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Well guys, this is going to be short, but I've decided to drop in to let everyone know that this is the worst fucking day of my college experience, bar none. Let us unwind and rewind as I go through the motions of the day. I will try not to kill myself midway through this entry.
Alright, the day started out shittily enough when I turned on my computer to find that, oh lord, some sort of virus has provoked the fine folks at Resnet to disable my internet connection. It didn't take me two seconds to realize that... oh yes... it was the fake "away message" in PT's profile that infiltrated my computer. Thank you, PT. For everything. Word to everyone else, if you see an away message which has a link to something with the words "bestfriend" in the URL, beware. That's someone who's out to ruin your life. So already I was fucking at my wits end trying to figure out what the hell to do to get the fucking virus off my computer. So I went to my first acting class to blow off some steam and start anew... and the class wasn't all bad, I suppose... but good LORD there is a lot of work to do. I have to read four books, attend and write papers about three plays, do a motherload of play excerpts from people I've never heard of, memorize things almost daily, and worst of all, I have to find a partner to practice outside of class with. As if the stress of my other classes wasn't enough, Meredith Alexander, her dastardly scheme and army of assignments have to come and avalanche me back into survival mode. Oh but there's more.
When attempting (ATTEMPTING) to fix my computer earlier today, I left one of the two cd drives open, and I went to lean over and pick up something, and lo and behold, I KICK my open cd drive and now it won't go back into the tower. So I'm down a cd drive. Fucking brilliant.
History of Jazz wasn't too bad minus that there's enough shit in the syllabus to make me want to destroy jazz and anything semi-related to jazz. This means even you, Joni Mitchell (hahaha, yes YOU, Joni Mitchell, reading this here online journal). And to put a cherry on this fucked up cake, I LOST my Acting I notebook with all THREE of the assignments I got on the first day of class. Everything is coming up roses today (for Satan). My plan was to come to the ITC lab and work on the homework as a means of feeling less stressed, but naturally that plan had to go terribly awry and several people were murdered (somewhere). My internet is still not up yet in my room, and if the people over at the ITS don't fucking enable it tomorrow, I'm throwing a bitchfit and kidnapping the golden dome atop the Iowa Capitol. You might know me by my real name: Carmen Sandiego.
So I'm downstairs in the Currier lab typing all this out. God, I hope I can fucking...kick back and get my shit together and not feel as volatile and pent-up and altogether uncomfortable as I do right now. Alanis posted a new diary entry in her journal, and I read that happily... but God, I have a sneaking suspicion my internet is like...gone for good or some shit, and now I'm screwed. I also feel like homework is building up to the point where I'm just going to forget all of it forever. The beginning of classes is always an awful experience because it feels like the workload and work-groove required to keep afloat will just eat me alive... I have the feeling I'm writing skittishly (a word?) right now... but anyway, I also realize that I have to go to class so much more often than I did last semester. Here are some favorites: the two-and-a-half-hour logic class on Tuesday nights. Nothing should fucking last two and a half hours. Schindler's List and that's it... Earth History and Resources is a fucking joke... Acting I is relentless, and History of Jazz is a cult... now would be a good time to go to the Bell Road Baskin Robbins and give a high-five to mah man (aka the foreign guy who checks out my female friends). Speaking of employed folks, I fucking applied for jobs everywhere over the past few days with Alyssa... which is strange considering my school workload feels like it will be considerably higher this semester... to put a job on top of that is like being on the Hindenburg already sitting on the Titanic. Hahaha, who loved that comparison. I've clearly lost it... or I lost it a long time ago and am still managing to lose more, whicheva.
I'm going to list all my known homework very quickly just to assure myself I'm not going to die if I don't have the internet in my dorm tonight:
-Acting I- Write 3 scenes, perform one of them; memorize short monologue; answer the five questions; pick up the four books from Prairie Lights
-Cult Hist- Review questions for section on Friday.
-History of Jazz- read Peretti and other book... hey, it might be fun! Oh good lord, I really just said that.
-Earth Science and Other Things Even God Doesn't Care About- read first chapter...and buy the book, ho!
-Lang & Formal Reasoning- Expect an email with an assigment soon.
Actually, it is a bit of a lot to do, but I believe it's manageable. One thing that's nice is that on Fridays I only have my Cult Hist discussion, and that's it. I can spend the rest of that afternoon catching up on work and doing it at a leisurely pace...perhaps Meredith Vieira and her smooth, sensual way of hosting the daytime version of Who Wants to be a Millionaire? can contribute to the party. It's weird though... I do want the week of stress and shit to be over, but I don't know if I want the weekend to come...hopefully by then I'll have the internet in my room again, but still, I just don't know what I'll be up to this weekend. Yo, guys... I am damn lost some of the time. I sure hope none of this is taking a significant toll on me. Well anyway, I just wanted to give a big "what's up" and an ever bigger "this shit SUCKS" to y'all, and hopefully this entry will make you and I better friends. I am a big <3er of you, you know.
Till next time (hopefully from my dorm), love you so much, let's beat every obstacle by laughing at it with our fellow man... we rule, yo.
Way out there, fucken somewhere (but mostly just in bed with your mom), xoxo, foreva,
Louis.
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