Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Holy crapoli, it's Wednesday already?

Where is this week going??

I've been working my patootie off at work trying to finish up the data for the (very brief) paper I'm about to write. Should have that done soon. I was at work until almost 8pm last night.

Went to the dentist this morning, everything checked out fine. My mouth is still a little sore. Ibuprofen is my friend.

Did another fMRI research study - this one paid in cash, whoopie! That money will be going towards shoes from Piperlime...which are supposed to be delivered tomorrow, whoopie!

Aaand my package from Origins is at the house...mmmm chocolate bath.

Now if I could just get my stinkin' snowman t-shirt! It was supposed to be in stock on the 6th, and it's said "On order, due in shortly" for the past week. Boo!

So I found out this week (Monday) that the paperwork for my class *had never been submitted* because they were missing my inter-divisional registration request (AKA "green sheet"). I filled that out on Monday afternoon. Tuesday I find out that the class is full!! But I was able to get permission from the professor and the host department chair to take the class. My registrar resubmitted the paperwork, and AAP tried to process it yesterday - and got a system error. Sigh. They're contacting the help desk, but as of now I *still* have no course access. And I've missed the first week of class. Good freaking grief, what a mess.

UPDATE: As of 9pm, I am finally in the class!!!
UPDATE 2: 11:30pm...textbooks ordered!

I absolutely LOVE this song...it's so pretty:

When your words come too easily for me to believe
And this paint goes on too thinly to peel away
I will find a silver lining sometime
Blur my vision, and I'll be fine, and I'll be fine

Burn the pages of the magazines, I hate the way they look at me
With every smile and every laugh, there's something I will always lack
And maybe, just maybe, an imperfect me will not be seen

When your words burn forever in my mind
And those greens and those blues seem too perfect to be true
I will light a fire every time I think to myself
"I will be fine, I will be fine"

Burn the pages of the magazines, I hate the way they look at me
With every smile and every laugh, there's something I will always lack
And maybe, just maybe, an imperfect me will not be seen

And I'll go on silently, and I'll be strong fortunately
This beauty is not clear to me, to me, to me
To me, to me, to me....to me, to me, to me

Burn the pages of the magazines, I hate the way they look at me
With every smile and every laugh, there's something I will always lack
And maybe, just maybe, just maybe
This beauty will be clearer to me...to me...to me
-Jupiter Sunrise, This Beauty

1 comment:

Matt Silverthorn said...

Whoopie? Seriously... whoopie?