I hate my university. They are losers. I almost got dropped out of all my classes for their dumb-assery. Uggggghhh.

Now I have to go give them three hundred dollars so I can have books. I think that sounds fantastic. I'm going to throw up on the lady at the bookstore. Then I'm going to go have a little middle-o-the-day drinking party with BQ... She just took a PhD qualifier test thingy... I think that deserves some three o-clock cocktails and lots of villainous carbs....

Eeek. I've been REALLY productive today, since 9 AM. I haven't stopped running up and down flights of stairs (the other laundry room is on the 7th floor and I'm on the 5th). I did laundry, I vacuumed, I unloaded the dishwasher, I packed for tonight, I sorted clothes (I have a drawer issue), I ate breakfast, and I did 100 sit-up crunchie things. I also spent an hour trying to figure out if I was going to have to kill someone at the Bursars office.

I love it.

I had nasty dreams last night. Really nasty dreams. Dream events included: my hair being dyed blonde, D falling in love with M. Stone (only BQ will catch that), being forced to hang out with guys from high school that were friends with The Ex, despite my workout efforts gaining weight instead of losing it then being forced to hang out at the mall with "the plastics".... And some other sort of horrific high school type traumas. All my petty insecurities were displayed, and it wasn't pretty. I also forgot how to dial a phone, I hate those dreams, I wake up panicked. I'm just thrilled there weren't demon babies and fanged teeth this time, or the apocalypse. I'll take petty insecurities over the world ending and demons crawling out of the earth any day.

With that, I must go buy books. I'd rather face the demons. That's how bad it will be.