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My mood has not increased much since yesterday. Still feeling a little lousy overall.

However, tomorrow is my good day. Because I have my film class. And just think! Next semester I'll have 3 good days because I'll have 3 film classes (each on a separate day). I don't know what it is with this fucked up school, but they like having classes that meet only once a week. WTF? Honestly, I prefer classes that meet three days a week...good for reinforcement, and less time to sit in one place (yay acute ADD)...but my aversion to Friday classes makes this a near impossibility (though I have had a few MWTh classes). Usually I have a two-day/week MW or TuTh, which aren't unbearable, but are pretty damn horrible. One day a week is just cruel and unusual.

I decided against going to the general advisor today, because frankly I don't feel in the mood to whine and force someone to acknowledge the fact that I have indeed taken Art History II (Renaissance to Present), Finite Mathematics, English Composition I, and at least one year of foreign language. In fact, I have taken 7 and a half years of a foreign language over the course of 9 years, but god forbid they actually LOOK AT MY TRANSCRIPTS!!!

On the itinerary for the remainder of the day: finish that damn American History article (which is actually really interesting and we ALMOST had a good conversation in class today, except that no one is smart enough to formulate opinions on the spot), possibly watch Little Man Tate, and of course...a nap. My therapist would be highly disappointed in my napping...but she's in Illinois. :-p

Finally...

WHY IS THERE NO JAMBA JUICE WITHIN 20 MILES OF ORLANDO????? If it would let me search a radius of greater than 20 miles, I would...because I want a fucking Jamba Juice!!! The closest one might be 2 hours away in Tampa. Asses.

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bravebunny
Sep. 27th, 2005 09:08 pm (UTC)
Okay so this may or may not put your life into perspective, but today I went to Auschwitz-Birchenau. That totally, completely obliterates your complaint that there's no Jamba Juice nearby, that you have taken lotsa language and no one notice and all those other classes, and that your therapist wouldn't approve of your love of napping.

Not being bitchy, merely, you know, giving the painting that is your life a little more perspective and depth. (You know, those are two things they were hunting for during the Renaissance, like the Holy Grail of those centuries; notice how I'm applying what I'm learning? Go me.)

Yet... to add yet another dimension, can I say that as hard as I tried to get uber worked up about it, I only really choked up when we were in the original gas chamber, which was at Auschwitz and they had to stop using it because it could only kill 700 people at once and it took a whole two days to burn all the bodies. I feel like the biggest douche bag on the planet. Why didn't I cry?? I blew my nose, but that's because I woke up stuffy. I mean, for God's sake, I'm on my period, too; shouldn't that at least GUARANTEE a fucking cry?

You know, this is my version of sympathisizing. Fucked up, aren't I?
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