baby, baby, the man's no good / baby, baby, should have understood

Channeling my inner Kitten. Yeah, I could have been writing, but... this was more fun.

.:: smooches wormmonabc ::.

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( oh, such love (convo clip) )

...perhaps now I shall write.
thank you for your time.

Handel is cooler than you. Deal.

So, right.

Spring semester registrations start tomorrow. And I need my advisor to sign my enrollment card and ... possibly advise. Haven't seen hide nor hair of him since before Fall registration. Cool, very cool.

...that's what I get for having an advisor in the econ department. Guess I'm just gonna have to prowl around Hubbard tomorrow to figure out this guy's office hours. E-mail him for an appointment. Fucking JUMP HIM. Econ people are retarded. Luckily, I know how that crazy little econ brain works... because if I didn't, I'd've killed myself by now.

Anyway. Spammity spam.

Oh, also, EVERY SINGLE CLASS is from 11:30-12:55 on Tuesday/Thursday. EXPLAIN?
(I mean, okay, not every class, but a pretty damned impressive majority. especially when I've decided that I'm NEVER doing the class-before-10:00am thing ever again. grargh.)

And if I get into Victorian Gender? I'll be ... really happy.
And possibly stop whining.

lovin' would be easy if your colors were like my dream...

(red, gold, and green!)

...SPAM.
Deal.

because I, once again, am HIGHLY AMUSED by Karma Chameleon.


that is all.




(in other news, Henry Mancini kicks soundtrack ASS)