Last week was full of a few epic fails. I fell in slo-mo in front of several people, dropped my food on the ground before I finished loading my plate, got addicted to games, put my homework off to the last minute - just general failure. So we're putting it behind us and MOVING ON.
I'm just really glad Cody talked me out of cutting my hair by myself, unsupervised. I'm an emotional hair cutter, hair dyer. I think I like having longish hair though, but I do miss having it be really black. So for Aunt Jen, Mom, and Granma and Granpa, should I dye my hair black again, or just leave it be?
WOO!
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Sunday, February 15, 2009
College ... ugh
Because of a series of bureaucratic errors and mishaps with both UAA and UAF, I will not be graduating this spring.
Bummer. Moving on.
I'm going to be staying at UAF for the next few years, so I can get my Biology BS (BA?) and get a teaching job or something.
Ecuador is still on.
I went home for the weekend, got back three hours ago, and I'm exhausted.
And I have class tomorrow >_<
Bummer. Moving on.
I'm going to be staying at UAF for the next few years, so I can get my Biology BS (BA?) and get a teaching job or something.
Ecuador is still on.
I went home for the weekend, got back three hours ago, and I'm exhausted.
And I have class tomorrow >_<
Sunday, February 8, 2009
This posting is rated PG - ... not for kids?
Seriously, it's not.
My human sexualities class is a headache. I've learned over the past couple days it is NOT an online class I want to devote one day to. I want to spread it out over the week because it HURTS YOUR HEAD WITH ALL THE WORDS.
Each week, I have a quiz, read 7 or so essays and do a summary on each, and then analyse a news article and write a response to it stating why it relates to this week. Typing it out doesn't seem so bad. I actually feel a little whiny. BUT STILL. My brain is a fart right now.
This class isn't what I thought it would be content-wise either; we're basically disecting every aspect of sex. I thought it would have more to do with sexual identification across the world or something, but I guess that's more of an anthropological view. *Sigh* It's still interesting though. I think I'm just rusty with actual school work. This 300 class reminds me of senior year actually *insert eye roll*.
I hates college.
My human sexualities class is a headache. I've learned over the past couple days it is NOT an online class I want to devote one day to. I want to spread it out over the week because it HURTS YOUR HEAD WITH ALL THE WORDS.
Each week, I have a quiz, read 7 or so essays and do a summary on each, and then analyse a news article and write a response to it stating why it relates to this week. Typing it out doesn't seem so bad. I actually feel a little whiny. BUT STILL. My brain is a fart right now.
This class isn't what I thought it would be content-wise either; we're basically disecting every aspect of sex. I thought it would have more to do with sexual identification across the world or something, but I guess that's more of an anthropological view. *Sigh* It's still interesting though. I think I'm just rusty with actual school work. This 300 class reminds me of senior year actually *insert eye roll*.
I hates college.
Monday, February 2, 2009
A Public Service Announcement from your friendly UAF residents
There was a guy singing Journey songs this morning at 1 am. I thought he was high, smoking pot, and was about to call campus police when I saw an RA go out and start talking to him. Apparently, he was just stunningly drunk (I figured that out because he could barely walk). It's too cold to drink and smoke people! Stay inside if you're gonna get snackered. And don't sing. Especially Journey. No bueno.
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