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So, after I finished my exams the last week of April, I packed up, cleaned up the room. I got checked out by an RA, who checked the room carefully and then pronounced that it was all good. I signed a sheet that said so, handed her my key, and left.

...Yeah, now they're trying to charge me $45 for "scuffmarks, discoloration, and 'many scuffs.'" To which I say bullshit, the RA that "discovered" the issues was the one who checked me out the day before. They have the signed paper that says clearly my side of the room was given the all-clear, therefore I should not be charged, fuck you very much.

I get to called ResLife tomorrow and try and argue my case. I've also sent an email and left a message on my roommate's home phone, to get her side of the story and see what's going on.

*plaintively* ...I was having a good day.

Turned out you needed two prereqs for the class, one of which I, er, hadn't done. *shakes fist at confusing undergrad catalog* Still, I got it all sorted, and have my schedule for next semester.

...Three professors who are evil, but oh well. One's the crap professor I have now, another likes to make up his own literary terms, and the last is in love with James Joyce. *shudders* Still, at least I got Appalachian Folklore and my awesome French professor.

Monday

Intro to Literary Criticism – 10:00-10:50
Technical Editing - 5:00-6:15

Tuesday

French - 9:00-10:45
Grammar & Style for Writers – 11:00-12:15
Appalachian Folklore – 6:30-9:30

Wednesday

Intro to Literary Criticism – 10:00-10:50
Technical Editing - 5:00-6:15

Thursday

French - 9:00-10:45
Grammar & Style for Writers – 11:00-12:15

Friday

Intro to Literary Criticism – 10:00-10:50

I will be so glad for this week to be over. I have an A in French at the moment, and I know my stuff, and yet I am about to throw up from anxiety over taking my final tomorrow.

Crap. I'm usually better about exams than this, but the past month has just been so ridiculously stressful and-- I don't know. *sighs* I guess I need to just suck it up and get through to Sunday, when I get see my family again and be finished with this semester. I just wish I didn't feel so nauseous. Or is it nauseated? Whatever. I just wish I didn't feel sick.

When I was younger, I hated books with main female characters. Seriously. I'd roll my eyes and go to find another book. There were a few exceptions, of course. All of Tamora Pierce's books, Meredith Pierce's Darkangel Trilogy, Patricia C. Wrede's Enchanted Forest Chronicles, anything by Bruce Coville, that sort of thing.

...And now I am seriously considering doing my senior seminar project on female sensuality in American literature. *laughs* I had a thirty-minute discussion with Poland, my American Literary History professor, in the middle of class today (as everyone else fell asleep, heh) about female sensuality, sexuality, and identity in Chopin's The Awakening and Fitzgerald's "Winter Dreams." It was the most interested and engaged I've felt about a topic in college in these past three years.

( So, About The Awakening and Winter Dreams, AKA Stuff You Really Don't Care About But Which Interest Me )

Just got my grades. So close to straight As but still so far. *glares at Health*

Medieval Literature - A
Contemporary Literature - A
Introductory Psych - A (97.38, baby!)
Intro to Religion - A
Personal Health - B

*does victory dance* 3.8 GPA for this semester. I feel smart!

This means you, Ash. *eyes* Stargate: Atlantis, Friday night, at 9 pm and 12 am Eastern time. That is all.

*waves* See you all Saturday since tomorrow I will be:

1.) Handing over my paper to my professor and fleeing before she can realize what crap it is
2.) Getting driven almost home by a friend's parents
3.) Maybe going to a "Diversity Day" thing at my mom's school. Joy. <-- sarcasm
4.) Finally getting home at who knows when.
5.) Watching SGA, damnit.

*waves* See you Saturday!

ARGH. These scholars need to stop sounding so PRETENTIOUS so I will stop being tempted to PUNCH THEM. HARD.

*glares at Robert C. Ross and Cheryl Glenn*

I cannot quote them if they keep using big words that aren't needed or make their sentences TWENTY times longer than it ought to be. Grr. Pretentious jerks.

Why yes, this ten-page paper is driving me crazy. Why do you ask?

*cough* Okay, so my subject doesn't have anything to do with, well, anything. I just love Catch-22.

But yes, today? Much better day than yesterday.

1.) I now officially have a ride home at next week. Which is, um, good, because I really wasn't looking forward to sleeping in some alley on Radford, ha.
2.) I checked my grade for Psychology and I have a 97. Yes, you read that correctly. *does victory dance of glee*
3.) I have to write an essay, but it's on poetry I have written my essay and I'm actually quite pleased with it, so yay.
4.) I have to finish my fic for the Radek ficathon, but I'm not in an emo "I hate everyone" mood like I was yesterday, so maybe my muse will cooperate today.
5.) I have a burger and a brownie. Today wins!
6.) minervacat wrote a totally awesome Lorne fic: A Shopping Cart Filled With Cans (Spoilers up to "Misbogetten")
7.) I found an awesome title for a fic: I wanted to overthrow the government (but all I brought down was somebody’s wife). Oh Bukowski, you crazy, crazy man.
8.) Li-Young Lee is an amazing poet and makes me smile, even when his poems are depressing.

( Li-Young Lee's The City in Which I Love You )

TUESDAY, MAY 1ST

Intro to Religion -- 8 a.m.
Medieval Literature -- 11 a.m.

WEDNESDAY, MAY 2ND

Intro to Psych -- 2 p.m.
Health -- 5:30 p.m.

FRIDAY, MAY 4TH

Contemporary Literature -- 11 a.m.

Okay, so I'm sitting there, bawling my eyes out after BSG killing off my favorite character. When this happened for Harry Potter, I called my best friend and ranted and bitched about I hated that book and I wanted Rowling to burn, and then I calmed down and moved on.

So I IM a friend to vent about BSG. All I need is ten minutes of her listening to me whine and blubber and then I will shut up and talk about something else. Does she just sit there and nod? No. Instead she has to say shit like, "Well, unless his name is in the title of the show, the writers can kill him off," and "Well, MY favorite character in this show one time...."

...Um. Not helpful. Please shut the hell up.

So, stupidly, I call my mom. She lets me rant about five minutes about my friend being a bitch, and then ten about BSG being the devil incarnate...and as soon as I finish, starts telling me about how I have no friends and am antisocial and need to interact with people in RL. Never mind that the friend I'd been talking to was from my old university. She still apparently doesn't count as a real friend. This doesn't help my emotional state, because I've been a hermit for the past semester because my best friend here has been busy with school and I have no social interactions outside of her and her roommate and cousin and I'm fucking shit at making friends and interacting with people, even when I want to.

Needless to say, I start feeling like shit again. And then she goes on to talk about how as soon as I get home I'm expected to get my learner's permit (never mind that I haven't looked at any the Virginia laws of driving since, um, I was 16 and wouldn't pass the test) and how I need to shape up and get my life in order.

So yeah, I think I just need to crawl into bed and just ignore the rest of this shitastic day. Because people are just sucking hard right now, and I want to punch someone in the face.