September 30, 2003
just SLIGHTLY overwhelmed. no. i'm lying. i'm about to cut open my skull and start squeezing my brain to get at all those little itty bitty details. UGH. i did well on my stats exam. perfect on my 301 quiz. at least that's outta the picture. but i still have a lot to finish and study. couldnt this weekend. cuz i worked 9 hours per day on fri, sat, sun, and monday. friday AphiG had a 6 hour event. saturday i didnt get off til 1030 and had a social thaaang (hookah w/ the whiteys). then sunday another 5 hour AphiG event. today i had a behavioral neuro exam (i did well, BTW). but now i'm strugglin cuz the 3 classes that i've been HELLLAA strugglin in i have midterms for. hist420 is on tuesday. 301 is on thursday. I/O is on tuesday. spanish is on friday. and CogPsych is on thursday. okay. make that 4 classes. and on top of that, i have to run surveys this week and my research & final hypothesis is due. =P and i still have business to take care of with AphiG. and work. =P
at this point, i think a time machine would be of great service. damn. i'm late for class again.
September 25, 2003
i have a stats test. RIGHT NOW. no, actually it starts in 3 minutes. which means i should probably be walking over there right now. but i'm an idiot. GRRR.
but i just wanted to say a quick thanks to the people that keep me sane. cuz you're the people that have managed to stay TRUE to yourselves and as friends throughout the times that i've known you. freeq.org/erik. emilioooooo. nEmO. youarenotjeR. donnierublada. marlodude. baklaG. jjj. kuya. bri. chaaaaz. moLester. diklessJo. jablola.
if i'm missing anyone... don't worry. i'll edit. i'm just realllyyyy late for class.
September 23, 2003
i liked it better without the lurking variable.
there were a lot less distractions. there was more contact. much better distribution. and virtually NO conflict.
but things have changed. i guess i just have to change along with it.
i was the third. last hired, first fired. good bye.
September 22, 2003
why dont YOU try what i'm doing. i wanna see you try to take 8 upper division classes and work full time. at a job that you hate. working for people that dont appreciate you. i want you to try waking up early EVERY morning to go to class. then go to work immediately after. then back to school. then i want you to try to fit in a social life. including a sorority/frat. and a full time bf/gf. then on top of that, i want you to keep in touch with old friends and make sure you talk to them on a daily basis. and at night, i want you to hang out with people and stay out late doing absolutely nothing. and instead of the luxury of being able to crash wherever you end up, i want you to have to go home and make sure your parents know whats going on in your life. and that you're still living up to their expectations. then i want you to study. and get good grades. and still do better than most of your class. and i want you to finish all of your homework. and all of your projects. and while you're at it, why dont you find a grad school to go to. then study for the GREs so you can get into that grad school. and on your breaks, i want you to talk to your professors so that they get to know you so you can at least get SOME sort of letter of recommendation. just make sure you UNDERSTAND what you're studying. not just memorizing.
not many people can say that they're able to handle that. not many people can read that without cringing. not many people can even handle trying to juggle one aspect of any of that. and not many people believe that it's even possible. but that's the kind of pressure that rides on my shoulders every single day.
there are times when i just want to quit. and FORGET IT ALL. there is just WAY too much pressure around. to be a good student. to graduate on time. to perform well on the job. to pay off my bills. to be home and help out around the house. to be a good friend and keep in touch. to be a good girlfriend and spend time with my bf. to be a good sister and attend all events and call everyone. to get into grad school.
so when the fuck am i supposed to study? when the fuck am i supposed to sleep? when the fuck am i supposed to eat? i'm still expected to maintain my hygiene. i'm still expected to show up to everything. i just dont understand where the fuck i'm supposed to find time for it all. and everyone acts like i can magically transfer myself from one place to another instantly.
i'm two shakes away from giving up on everything. but fuck that. i just give up on all of you. i'll get my shit done. and if you're not there in the end, then fuck off. you werent a friend to begin with.
BTW, dashboard was great. mxpx was awesome. can't wait to hear/see more of brand new. and i dont care what everyone thought- vendetta red was great. man. i havent sang that hard in a long time. but next time, i go with someone that appreciates the performances. i hate being in a crowd of watchers.
September 19, 2003
i'm killing time. waiting for the registrar to open. all i neeed was those stupid forms and i have to come back to this wretched place. the only reason i even got up for class this morning was because i didnt want to be snorlax and sleep through the morning and miss my chance to bring up my GPA (via course forgiveness). so i figgered... go to class. hang at starbucks for a few minutes. pick up the forms at the registrar. hang at starbucks and fill out the forms. turn em in at the registrar. go to the cashiers office. pay for my new id (i've lost YET another one. shit. that's $10 gone to waste) and my course forgiveness. skip to my looo alll the way home and knock myself back out for a few hours before i have to go to work. BUT. they dont open til 9am. so i find myself sitting in front of a monitor. posting. =P
i WOULD study. but my books are in my bed. i WOULD do hw. but the assignments that still need my attention are ones that i have to print. i cant print because i dont have my ID. i dont have my ID because the neither the cashiers office nor the ID office is open. FUCK. if we can get up this fucking early, why can't they? GRRR. stupid state.
whatever. at least i can get a post in before i have to go to work. and after work my presence is required at a sorority event. which is expected to run thru midnight or later. =P YEAH! DRY RUSH! gotta love it.
speaking of which... i was watching frat/sorority life on MTV last night. MAN. i bet there's an AWFUL LOTTA GREEKS gettin a weeee bit angry. they were showing shit that they're not sposed to be showing. traditions that are FOR GREEK EYES ONLY. that's just fucked up. then that stupid keldon guy was talkin shit about KDPhi and PAPhi. what an asshole. those guys are hella cooool... he's just hatin cuz they probably don't like him because of the way he acts. ALWAYS HAVE TO STEREOTYPE DONT YOU!? fucker. i hope he gets blackballed. cuz that's what he deserves.
i dont know how long this post will go on. i STILL have half an hour before the stupid registrar opens. BAH.
and if you're wondering why erik's link is the only one under "reads," it's only cuz i'm being honest. he's the only person that i read cuz he's the only person that ever calls. or i ever talk to. i just dont have time for the whole blogcommunity thing anymore. i type for therapy. i read erik for humor and cuz we communicate via this shit. if you were bumped, dont get offended. not that anyone even thinks twice about that shit anyway... but yeah. no offense. i'm just being honest here.
September 18, 2003
i received 4 emails about my schedule from the registrar. one was a link to a flash page reminding students that after the 22nd of september, NO ADDS, NO DROPS, NO KIDDING!! this stupid theme they're trying to scare us with. BULLshit. there are ALWAYS loopholes. and if you're retarded enough not to register with your add code the SECOND that you get it, you dont deserve to be in that class anyway. another email was to link me to the registrar homepage to check up on my schedule. another was in my actual file to remind me to drop courses that i wouldnt be taking this semester. and the last one was the generic email that was sent out to everyone in the system. i'm thinking that they dont think i'm for real about taking 23 units. they think i'm psychotic for taking too many complicated course. how sad that the school system doesnt believe in me when i'm actually TRYING to make something out of myself. how sad. but whatever. at least i still have a chance to file for course forgiveness to get rid of that damn C i got last semester in stats. =P
i'm starting to scare myself tho. because i'm doing surprisingly well in my classes. with the exception of BOMBING my history quiz today, and sleeping through my I/O psych class... still doing well. i got a 52/50 (hooray for extra credit!) on my last quiz, so both quizzes combined should come out to an even C. and i can get lecture notes online (thank God for BLACKBOARD!) for I/O, so i think i'll be okay in that department. but no seriously... i've been staying up in all my classes. been keeping up with the reading in ALL of my courses. doing all my homework. doing well on quizzes and in my lab. it's FREAKING ME OUT. because i usually don't do this well, regardless of whether it's in the beginning of the semester or not. =P i'm actually sticking out in my classes (answering questions, engaging in discussions, taking the leadership roles, etc.) hmmm. maybe my studying habits have changed. maybe i'm just gettin a little smarter. or maybe not. maybe i'm just FINALLY finding my niche in this whole psychology thaaaang. whuteva. i'm happy. =) YEY FOR MAR!
anyway... i dont know what it is. but all of a sudden, things are finally looking great. calm seas ahead, if you catch my drift.
but then again... it could be my hormones stabilizing. i JUST got off my rag a couple of days ago. so that could be a HUGE factor on how i'm viewing life presently. hmm. could be. it most likely is. maybe it's the weather. or maybe it's cuz i'm SUCH a nerd that i have to somehow fuse my personal life and physio trivia. =P
yeah. that's probably it. because until i sat down and checked my email, i was planning to teach yalls about action potentials.
September 14, 2003
class at 7am. marbri date @ 8am. work at 9-545. aphig meeting/info night at 6pm. movie w/ bri and bear at 755pm. it's 10:04pm. and now i finally get to study. shit. i dont know if i can last for another 13 weeks of this.
but this sure made my day....
that was part of greg's bday. haha. what a night. i love my bros!!!
anyway... erik... i have to talk to you. but when we have time. remind me about the weed. and lin. and AphiO. yeah. but whenever. just call me when you're not busy.
oh yeah. dont watch Cabin Fever. unless you're into that blood and gore and sex kinda shit. it's pretty cheesy. but if you're into blood... then go see it.
that's all. my brain needs some rest.
September 13, 2003
samath's performance was cancelled. so i didnt think it was worth even going in. drinks are expensive and the bartenders suck, so it wasnt worth going in to get drunk. the deejays play the same songs over and over and over again, so it wasnt worth going in to dance. and just passing the line, i saw WAAAAY too many people. just imagine the crowd INSIDE. OY VEY! i had a few people calling out to me from inside, and that was not a pretty picture. blah. that's when i remembered why we quit the whole downtown thing.
so we ended up at fridays while brian's car cooled off (we had a little mechanical trouble). i had a chance to get better acquainted with my best friend jager. BTW... i figured out why my tolerance has been so high lately... it's cuz my blood count was higher than it usually is. BUT... this week, things have gotten back to normal. =) cuz of the massive blood loss. teehee. TMI!!! yey. but at least now i know i can get a good fade without blowin my check on alcohol.
wait. so wait. why is john mayer wearin my dunks in his video? =( maaaan. now i'm gonna look like the girl who bought burgundy/white dunks cuz she saw it in john mayer's video. =( damnit. bah. whatever. i have to go to work.
September 12, 2003
ack. AND IT STARTS. tonight we have plans to go to aubergine's PLUSH friday. ugh. not for the pure LOVE of seeing all the typs do their thaaang. if i ever DO go there for that, then you have my written consent to buy and gun and shoot me point blank. we're going cuz my friend samath is gonna be performing. i came down with a fever the last time we were supposed to watch him perform, so i owe it to him to go tonight. plus, we finally get to hang out in a real setting... and not just the mall. hah.
but i still dont wanna go. the bartenders there suck. the floor is helluva sticky. and i KNOW that if i see kat, then she's gonna DRAAAAG us out to E st. alley. oh well. maybe i can finally get my VERY BELATED drink from james. and i always love to see the look on peoples' faces when we get escorted in VIP style. eh. whatever. one last drink up before i reallly get down to the nitty gritty of school and work.
bri&I decided we need to save up at least $6500 by next july. for minnesota and JAY'S WEDDING. then the moving out expenses. and just to be able to get the basics for the apartment. damn. and we still havent found a mattress. =P
anyway, it's 8:45. i'm gonna be late for work.
September 11, 2003
i skipped my first class today. CRAP. ... and the cycle begins. for now it's just ONE class. but soon... it will become habit. well... i can just get the notes off the website. or read the book. i dont HAAAVE to go to class. that kind of mentality is gonna screw me for life. bad enough that i cant even qualify for PsiChi (the psychology honor society) cuz my GPA is 0.17 points below the minimum. ZERO POINT FUCKING SEVENTEEN. so i gotta change that. i have to be psi chi by the time i graduate or i'm SOL.
and as long as we're on the topic of SCHOOL.... i'd like to announce that i finally received my LAST add code today. JUST BARELY. she gave me the "i dont want to give you an add code" face.. but i told her my sob story and she gave in. so i registered right after class. gotta love the reg-line voice. "you are now enrolled in schedule number 2-8-8-3-6, psychology 3-8-0, section 1. meeting tuesday thursday 11am to 1215pm. you are now enrolled in twenty-three units. TWENTY FUCKING THREE. when i heard him say that, i almost had a heart attack. brrrrr. that's scary. makes me wanna rethink this whole 4 year program and go the sheeps way and do the 5 year thang. but naaaah.
oh yeah. ERIK... PLEDGE! PLEDGE! PLEDGE! PLEDGE!!! you know you wanna. come oooooon. being greek is WONDERFUL!
speaking of which... i find myself with my sisters this semester more than last semester. and this is the semester when i'm sposed to be scarce. hm. go figger. but what can i say... it's love.
September 10, 2003
brian gave up on school today. the system let him down again. i know he's not stupid. he's got some ambition to finish with some sort of degree. but these stupid prereqs for classes that counselors dont tell us about gets really old after a while. add to it "professors" that treat students like pre-schoolers. and the fact that half of the staff doesnt even agree to what the prereqs and all that bullshit are about... BLEH. it's dumb. they shouldnt enforce policy that they cant decide on. idiots. whatever.
i'm still searching for a school in california with a good psych graduate program. anywhere but san diego. but from the looks of things... i'm accumulating a really good background in the bio-psych department. and where is the best place for that? good ol' UCSD. SAN DIEGO. damnit. i wanna leave for a while. ugh. whatever.
i've been getting a lot of crazy looks lately. either i'm hallucinating because of caffeine overdose, or people really do think i'm crazy. eh. it's okay. whatever.
9.9.03.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JER! i'm pretty sure i text you already. but i dunno. today has been a weird day. anyhoo... all i can do is wish you luck in your endeavors. wish you trueness in the love that you receive. wish you only the most genuine people in your life. i know it sounds like corn, but you deserve it all. you've been a tortured (?) artist for long enough. but hey... if that's what floats your boat... then i wish you more of it. good luck tho.
September 9, 2003
ERIK is the BIGGEST GEEK in the world. haha. you're such a dork! i write that kinda stuff too. but i never publish it cuz my ramblings are just too retarded and random. or emotional. or bleh. okay. no. i dont publish them cuz i dont have a scanner. cuz i'm stuck in the 20th century. and plus, it's fun reading for when i'm bored in class. then i could just go offa those notes and start a fresh page. ... that, and the laziness factor. whatever. i enjoyed your in-class ramblings. oh. and for the record... jager is MY best friend now. he said you abandoned him, so he needed a new best friend. i only agreed to share him with you last night because i was already half-KOed. ((yeah. so erik calls me up last night. i was TWO WINKS away from being in dreamland. i didnt even get a hello. all i got was "jager is my best friend." um. okay. hi. i'm sleepy. but it's okay. it makes for an amusing dream.))
for those of you who care, or have time to kill... read erik. he's amusing. and sometimes there is some correlation between the posts. but rarely ever. but at least you would know what i was talking about.
so today i finally had my FULL day of classes. as in... i went to all of them on time and without the hassle of trying to crash. maaan. it's weird to go from a teacher with a thick mexican accent to one with a thick german accent within the span of 10 minutes. for the first few minutes of class i was still translating the slides into spanish. =P NEVER AGAIN will i take a 7am class without gettin my java on first. but at least the end of the day/evening is good. i have the same professor for my 530 class as well as my 7pm class. so most of the 7pm class is just a reiteration of what we learned in the 530 class (and in tonight's case, the WHOLE lecture was a reiteration. WOOHOO!) bah. okay. enough about school.
.....THE END.
September 8, 2003
shit. books are fucking expensive. screw this. i'm just gonna fail. but this semester, i have to suck it up and give all my hard earned cash (from my student loan. uh hur.) BACK to the school. whuteva. i just dont understand why i'm spending $375 on books for ASIAN DYNAMICS, and only $78 for behavioral neuropsychology. that's retarded. cuz in the long run, i'm gonna use behavioral neuropsych a lot more than the shit i learn in asian dynamics. ((well actually, i think that if i had a better professor, asian dynamics would probably sound better than a white lady trying WAY TOO HARD to be cultured.)) whatever. at least i'm only spending $23 on spanish. $131 on Research and Methods. $74 on stats. then probably another $200-$300 for I/O Psych and Cognitive Psych {{classes that i STILL need add codes for}} blah. my loan's not gonna cover that shit. and i KNOW i should probably have shopped online for books. but AphiG is having this fundraising thaaang with Aztec shops. whatever books we buy from the campus bookstore, 20% of whatever we pay will go back to the sorority. i guess it's okay. you only save about that much online anyway. this way at least it goes to a good cause.
BTW.... BLINK WAS AWESOME!!! it was my first time seein em LIVE and boy was it a DOOOOOOOZY! i love 21+ venues with a bunch of drunk white people. YEY! and TAKING BACK SUNDAY was there with an equally awesome performance. gettin me all excited about the saves the day concert. =) tee hee. but yeah. nothing beats being close enough to the stage to actually be pointed at by mark. or gettin the stray spit sprinkles from travis spittin his gum out to the crowd. (i was stage left, so i couldnt get close enough to get anything from to) but that was great. and they played 3 songs off of their upcoming album & got me all excited about it. EEK! it was great!
but what was NOT so great.... yeah. i got to see half of finch. it was good. then we went to see Switchfoot. music... gooood. performance... eh. same with bad religion. after all the "Yeah... bad religion is HELLLLAAA GOOOOD live!"s that i got... i was sorta expecting more. eh. whuteva. and REM. eh. they were okay. but i guess that's kinda unfair cuz i was comparin performances from the night before. oh. BTW. if you were wondering about SuperDiamond at the del mar races.... they were okay too. the music is a little too old for me. but... i guess if you're an upperclass middle aged del mar resident... then that kinda stuff will get you all hyped up. add all the alcohol that was around... and you've got yourself one hell of an old-folks party. wahoo! is all i can say.
did i ever tell you that jager is my best friend? he makes everything ALLLL better. mmmm. tasty. but my best friend jager has been a big disappointment lately. =( so has my friends absolut, captain morgan, and midori. it seems like none of my friends want to make me happy and leave my inhibitions. it used to be that after a night with 2 or 3 of my friends, i'd be okay. but 2 or 3 doesnt even make me a bit excited anymore. the other night i was out with 5 friends and i was still sober. =( i think i need some time away from my friends. so the next time we hang out, it will be just like old times again.
anyway. i should probably leave campus for work now. whatever. all me and khris are gonna do is stand around and do nothing anyway. but i COULD go for a breakfast burrito. ooooh. and some huevos. man. okay. BYE!
9.05.03.so.this.is.frustrating.
saturday. 9.20.03 hot hot heat is performing in LA w/ The Cure, Duran Duran, Violent Femmes, Echo & The Bunnymen, Dashboard Confessional, Psychedelic Furs, Bow Wow Wow, Interpol, General Public, Fountains Of Wayne, Marc Almond, Berlin, Flock Of Seagulls and Dramarama. but i have work. and i'm already skipping on a day cuz the day after is dashboard. AND THEEEEN they're performing at the scene on tuesday WHILE I HAVE CLASS.
the other night, my ading chris told me his band is playing at the scene (or it coulda been SOMA) on oct. 11th. i'm SUPER PROUD of him. cuz they just formed a couple years ago. and now they have a GIG! man o man o man. good for him. BUT. I HAVE CLASS. shit. that sucks ass.
yeah. so you know how i got all excited about street scene? well i got EVEN MORE excited cuz i found out SWITCHFOOT is playing too! BUT. i dont get off work til 4:45 that day. switchfoot is at 4:10. finch is at 3:55. shit. how suckass is that.
then i check out dashboard's show on sunday. vendetta red ISNT GONNA BE THERE. shit. i guess. cuz they're kinda screamish. mightuv not gone well with the whole vibe of the show. cuz brand new is gonna be there too. blah. but YEY MXPX IS GONNA BE THERE!!!
and YEY! saves the day is playin at SOMA with taking back sunday on oct 25th! YEY! so i can probably get that night off. YEY!
BTW if you dont know who these people are, i'm sorry. but summer-fall-trans is my fave concert time cuz all that's when all the best people come to town. =)
September 5, 2003
i'm thinking i need to reconsider this 7am spanish class. it's 820. i have NO caffeine in my system, and i shouldnt have drank last night. me n the boyfriend decided to go to D&B again last night. cuz we were both too pooped on wednesday night to go and we've been rearin to get drunk and do that damn bowling game. plus, i wanted to surf. (no, actually, erik mentioned it on wednesday night ... cuz he thought it was thursday night... and after he suggested it, i really wanted to go.) so we go after my class/his work. visit in-n-out for some grub. and conveniently arrive at 10pm (for you young bucks, 10pm = HAPPY HOUR!) i get my jagerbomb. he gets his stinky beer. and we play. i'm waitin for the alkiehol to hit me. nothing. so i get an absolut madness. still nothing. we've already used up 200+ points for the evening and the little ticket bucket is starting to get heavy. and i still dont feel it. grrr. whatever. so we call it a night. turn in our tickets, and we have 10,547 tickets on the card. shit. we need to get something. ANYTHING. we both decide on D&B shirts. but no cigar. actually... just no sizes. so we settle for a D&B beach towel. to show the world how stupid we are because we spent WAAAY too much money there. and i go home. knock out. and get to school by 7am. ugh. i'm tired. but i need to go and buy new tires for my car.
it's friday. it's my day off. and the only thing i have to do today is go to a 7AM CLASS. this sucks stinky fat man that ate a giant bean burrito ass.
please excuse the babbling. i'm still nowhere near performance level at the moment. my caffeine/starbucks addiction has rendered my useless until i get my daily G-N-WC-WM. then i can start the day. and 4 hours later... V-I-CL-BT. then to top off the evening (around 7ish, 8ish) a T-N-WC-WM. oh man. haha. *story time* yesterday, i decided to meet up w/ brian at the mall for coffee/late lunch. so it was around 4ish. we head to starbucks first, and the asst. mgr. greets us with a friendly "hey maria! how are you. you're coming in late today." she grabs a cup and starts to write my N-WC-WM. but i stop her. and tell her i just wanted a V-I-CL-BT. she gives me a funny look. and says "hey. that's different." aww. whoops. she hasnt seen me in the afternoon in a long time. always in the morning. starbucks people at FNV make me happy. they're the ray of sunshine i need to get me through the day. no really... the fact that they all know what i'm having as soon as i get in line is WONDERFUL. cuz the wait isnt as long cuz as soon as i get to the register to pay, they dont have to take my order anymore. i just divvy up the $3.42, drop a tip, exchange greetings and work stories with everyone there, and go happily on my way. oh yeah. remind me that their hiring fair is today. 1-4. YEY!
k. i've dragged this out for much too long. but i think i'm finally waking up. toodles!
September 4, 2003
okay. seriously, i didnt think that the previous post would come out THAT long. but i guess i had a lot to bitch about. it was a HORRIBLE day. to say the least. ugh. but that version is the super-edited version. you shoulda heard how much erik, jeanelle and brian got of it. MAN. if i was them, i woulda pretended my battery died or SOMETHING. it was THAT bad. i have a compulsive disorder to call random people when there is something on my mind. no really. random. when i drink a little, i have a tendency to call people i havent called in ages. when i'm bored on the freeway, i have a tendency to call the first person i imagine wouldnt be doing anything at the time. something along those lines. anyway. i'm losing you on tangents.
oh. and i never really told you what happened for greg and brian's birthdays either, huh. oh well. we'll get to that sometime. for the meanwhile, ask jeanelle or brian. you can find them on friendster.
it's gonna be a GREAT weekend. i hope. tomorrow night, we got free tickets to 91X's 4o'clock fridays. 4 freebies. so we're gonna try to get khris&logan to go. if not, we'll just drink extra for 'em. saturday night we're goin to see blink in downtown. YEY! it's been a while. hopefully they'll perform something from the upcoming album. sunday we're goin to STREETSCENE! and this time i wont have to wait outside for brian to chug his drink. asshole. not too excited about the bands playin. just lookin forward to REM (shut up jeanelle), finch n bad religion. i would have preferred to go to friday's show. but... it's a bit pricey to watch bands that i'm not exactly excited about. and we got free tickets for sunday (YEY 91X!!!) so whuteva. i figger i'll just go to get drunk. and borrow van's parking card. YEY FREE PARKING!
all in all. i've calmed down a lot since tuesday. my schedule SUCKS ASS, but it will do. hopefully i'll be able to get an add code for cog-psych and i'm set. but hrrr goes my sched. stalkers.
T/Th 8-915 I/O Psych
T/Th 11-1215 Cognitive Psych
T/Th 1230-145 Behavioral Neuropsych
T/Th 2-315 History: Asian Dynamics
T/Th 530-645 Psych Stats
T/Th 7-815 Research & Methods
M/T/W/F 7am-750 Spanish 102
W 7pm-840 Research & Methods Lab
not bad. 8 classes shouldnt kill me. but how much do you wanna bet that my 40-hour work week will? *DUN DUN DUNNNNNNN!!!!* bah. i can do it. and to prove it... i'm gonna take up a research project too! YEY PSYCHOLOGY (499)!!!
listen. i love sittin here shootin shit... but D&B is callin. gotta get that PLATINUM CARD! cuz this gold card just aint good enough.
September 2, 2003
pre-scripted
so i'm not graduating. because the stupid california economy has gone to SHIT. and san diego state has been drastically affected by such a loss of funding from the government. come on now. scarce government funding for an institution like this means all the students and faculty are basically FUCKED. and you swear like we're gonna get mucho dinero from any alumni. it's STATE. not some ivy league school with millions of donors with a lotta cash to spend on their alma mater. so anyway... how does all of this relate to my graduating? sit back. cuz this is gonna be a long bitch session. (erik & jeanelle... this is your cue to leave. you've heard all of this already)
first day of school. i'm thinking traffic. stupid freshmen. long lines. and no parking. the worst that could happen is that i have to take classes during less preferable times and my professors cant speak english. MAN. I WISH that that was the worst that could happen. things started out GREAT. no traffic. there was still some parking and i was lucky enough to snatch one in the shade. just meters away from the heat of the uppermost level of the parking structure. i walk to class. 15 minutes late, but better than nothing. my Bible as Lit prof doesnt even seem to care. go thru the monotonous blabber of this little old lady trying WAY too hard to have ample participation in class. HELLO! it's the first day of school. at an 8am class. there aint nobody in this class thats gonna be fully awake and ready to participate. give us our syllables and let us be on our way. an hour later, i grabbed my coffee from the seemingly familiar starbucks staff of west commons. and head to my 930 psych 321 class. dum dee dum dee dum. things have been well so far. no complaints. the prof is late. but only 5 minutes. he calms us down. and starts with the words. "there's been some confusion. and i'm not exactly sure whether or not all of you are supposed to be in this class." he didnt introduce himself. something was wrong. and then.... THATS WHEN ALL THE SHIT HIT THE FAN. it felt like everything was happening in slowmotion from that point on. BASICALLY, what he told the 150+ people that were in the class was.... IN ORDER TO TAKE PSYCH 321, YOU HAVE TO HAVE ALREADY TAKEN PSYCH 320 OR PSYCH 319. IF YOU HAVE NOT TAKEN EITHER CLASS, THEN YOU HAVE TO TAKE PSYCH 319 IN ORDER TO TAKE EITHER 320 OR 321. shit. this semester, i'm ENROLLED in psych 320 AND 321. which basically means, i can't take EITHER this semester and i have to take PSYCH 319 in order to take psych 320 NEXT semester, then PSYCH 321 the semester afterwards. do the math, and that means i can't graduate til NEXT FALL. next he shows us the listings of psych 319 classes available for this semester. there are 3 classes to accomodate everyone. the one running at the same time as the class that i HAVE to drop is FULL. and the other 150 people are going to try to crash that class because they obviously can't take 321 at 930 this semester. and the other 2 available are during times when i already have classes that i wont be able to drop because i need those classes to fulfill graduation requirements. oh yeah. one thing i forgot to mention... THEY DECIDED TO IMPLEMENT THIS NEW POLICY THIS SEMESTER. THIS SEMESTER IS THE FIRST TIME THAT PSYCH 319 HAS BEEN OFFERED. AND ABSOLUTELY NONE OF THE PSYCH MAJORS WERE INFORMED OF THIS CHANGE. distraught, almost the entire class gets up and leaves the room. with the exception of 10 people, who have taken psych 320 in a previous semester. i didnt know what to do. so i head to the psych department in hopes of some direction from an advisor. i get there. and there are 4 people in line in front of me. moments later, there are another 30 behind me. with the same problem. incidently, one decided to try to crash the 930 psych 319 class. and was turned away. not only because of the massive amounts of people that were trying to crash, but also because you have to have taken and passed the upper division writing exam. an exam that i was planning to take THIS SEMESTER. so that pushes me back ANOTHER semester. do the math and that means i cant graduate until SPRING 2005. fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. its finally my turn. and danny has no clue of what is going on. shit. as soon as i start talking, the crowd that was behind me now is trying to cram into this little tiny advising office wondering if there is some way we can fight this change. because apparently, NOBODY was notified. it isnt in the book. or online. but basically... we're all fucked.
BUT THAT'S NOT ALL!!! in addition to being SHORT 6 units, and the fact that i still need to CRASH into 7, means i'm going to have a long day ahead of me. the first class i try to crash i get rejected from. same with the second class. the third takes me in, but now i have another neuro class. i'm excited, but i'm trying to take more business psych than biopsych. the fourth class i try to crash isn't taking crashers. neither is the fifth class. SHIT. it's 4 o'clock and there arent anymore classes i will be able to crash. so i go to the computer lab. drop my 6 units. look for classes. but there are NO SEATS available. my next plan of action would be to tell my sob story to a few professors in hopes that they will give me an add code via email. so i try to log onto hotmail. nothing. sdsu.edu. nothing. i skip to another computer. no internet. next computer. nothing. shit. i stand up and look around, and see that almost the entirety of the computer lab has abandoned their computers because the system crashed. the rbr has the same problem. and so does east commons. FUCK! so i cant even make a plea for add codes.
man. it was getting chilly. so i decide to go to my car in hopes of moving it to a lower level and grabbing a sweater. and as soon as i step foot outside, MARBLE-SIZED raindrops start attacking me. i'm in flip-flops and a sheer tee. and i'm COMPLETELY SOAKED. and so is my schedule book (the little booklet that tells you what classes are being offered and at what time, etc.). i dont even attempt running for cover. because this is the perfect weather for the perfect day. i look over to Montezuma Rd. and it's clear, sunny, and wonderful. look over to I-8 and it's perfect SD weather. so this massive storm cloud that has turned the sky black is only hovering above campus. WONDERFUL. so now, not only am i soaked, but now it's just weird because it's only sdsu students. i start the trek thru the puddles and mud, climb up the 5 stories of stairs to get to my car, and i'm at a startling discovery. i cant move my car to a lower level. because i'm TRAPPED IN. there are people waiting in their cars because traffic to leave the building is NOT MOVING. GREAT. so i put on shoes. put on a sweater. and head back on campus. i need my starbucks damnit. so i get there. and the freshman that takes my order is a complete moron. all i wanted was a VENTI ICED BLACK TEA. all she needed to do was charge me my dollar ninety-five. take the LARGE ICED CUP and write "BT" on it. but obviously, that was too difficult. she charged me for a lemonade, and started to write "CL" on a MEDIUM cup. hi. excuse her. she's just retarded. so i shake my head. hand her the venti cup, and explain to her that i want a BLACK TEA. but obviously, it's still MUCH too difficult. retard. after a few minutes i finally get charged the right amount. so i wait for my tea. it shouldnt take that long. there are 5 people behind the counter doing absolutely nothing. but 10 minutes pass by and i still dont have my drink. it's NOT THAT HARD. you fill the cup to the line, add ice to fill, shake it, pour it into the other cup, and put a lid on it. the tea is ALREADY BREWED. you just have to POUR IT! but obviously, it takes MUCH MORE THAN THAT. ugh. freshmen make me sick.
basically. my day has SUCKED for the most part. add to that the fact that every fucking class requires a NEW book. and it's pretty depressing. because i HAVE the books i need. but this semester, all the publishers decide to drastically change them and come out with a new edition. fuckers.
by 8:15 i'm ready to go home. so i do. and i cry to mommy and tell her that i'm dropping out. because this kind of stress is unecessary. i'll just be like scary express lady. and work in retail FOREVER. and look like bacon. the end.