Last day as a free man...

Well, tomorrow (actually, as of 2 minutes ago, today), school starts again. I can't believe I've worked up the nerve to go back... especially after so long. Oh well.

In other news, I saw American Wedding tonight. Some of Stifler's dialogue felt sub-par, but for the most part it's a worthy end to the whole saga.

Also, FLCL scares me.

Well, shit...

This is an auspicious beginning. I'm still up at the college for the moment, updating from the computer lab.

Unfortunately, I've already missed a class. I forgot to turn on my alarm clock last night (I set the alarm, but I occasionally forget to hit the switch so the alarm will actually go off), so I wasn't able to get up in time to get to my first class. Oh well... it's the first day of school, and it's a pretty fucking early class. I doubt I'm the only one who missed it today.

Also, I forgot my PDA at home. I have enough trouble keeping myself occupied between classes with it. Of course, in a little bit I'm going to make a trek back to the apartment so I can grab my car and go get a haircut anyways. So it's not that much of a pain in the ass.

It appears, as well, that if I want breakfast besides shitty donuts and cereal here, I'm going to have to get here pretty early in the morning. While they used to serve stuff like eggs, toast, and sausage until 10:30am, now they stop serving hot stuff at 9. As my first class of the morning runs from 8-9, that means I'll have to leave the house somewhere between 6:30-7:00 just to get here in time to take my time eating breakfast!!!! >.< To hell with that. If I want to pay money for a hot breakfast, I can hit the Book n Bean after my morning class.

*sigh* Well, hopefully, things will improve by 1pm (which is when my second class is).

See you folks later-- If I have the time to kill, I'll stop back into the lab later and post my school schedule for those folks who are interested (which will probably be exactly one person out of the four folks who read this journal).

Son of a bitch

I had this all typed out, but because the computer I used this morning didn't have the fucking clock set right, LiveJournal lost it in the time it took for me to read the resulting error message (saying that I was trying to save a Journal entry with a timestamp before the previous one) and hit the Back button. Fuck.

Well, I've got some time, I've recently been fed, so let's see if I can remember all this...

I'd like to point out, first of all, that the computer labs at the Fairmont State College campus have the worst mice imaginable. It's to the point where I'm mostly tabbing my way through pages simply because it's faster than struggling with the cheap hunk of IBM-manufactured plastic. I'm just about ready to bring in a mouse of my own and see if they'll let me hook it up to whatever computer I'm using. I doubt it, though-- they're still recovering from the worm because all of the computers here use XP.[1]

And for those who care... ( my college schedule this semester. )

Y'know, at the risk of sounding like an asshole, I think it's almost funny how much my grandmother's freaking out over me walking this semester. Parking permits this semester are $90. 90 dollars. Nine-oh! I understand that there's construction going on[2], and the school's trying to get us to foot the bill (even to the point of charging us for the parking permit with tuition and not telling us, a problem I've already reported to the business office). I can understand and almost respect that. But if they think I'm going to pay ninety dollars just to drive around the parking lot and hope I get lucky finding a space, then FSC is run by a madman. A madman who isn't me. Or Mythdude. If $90 would guarantee me a parking space, I might consider it. But unless I'd definitely be able to park, there's no way in hell I'm paying that much for the privilege of parking on-campus.
Anyhow, getting back to my grandmother, the conversation she and I had earlier went something like this:

Her: "Are you driving this semester?"
Me: "No. I told you the parking pass isn't worth the money."
Her: "Well, are you sure you can walk like that?"
Me: "It's a half-mile. It's not that far, I can manage."
Her: "Are you sure? When you get out of class, you could call and I could pick you up."[3]
Me: "Yes, I'm sure. I can walk a half-mile."

It's not a safety issue or anything-- she's just upset by the fact that I'm walking, for some reason. I think it's just because she needs something to disapprove of, but that's just me.

Anyhow, I think I got everything from my attempted post copied back down. So I'll see you folks later (much later)!

[1]-- Unlike me, however, since I don't see the point of upgrading a computer OS until it's absolutely necessary.
[2]-- They're building a parking garage in an attempt to shut students up about the consistent complaints of parking problems over the past several years. It's supposed to be finished in March, but I'm personally betting on July or August.
[3]-- This in itself is problematic since she has to spend a half-hour getting ready to go to Wendy's to pick up dinner for herself. That and the fact that I don't want her to have to rig up her portable oxygen machine when she's not even going to be in the car for more than five minutes.