fuckin' up my christmas is a new way of saying fuckin' up my shit. this is not so much a holiday oriented song as it is an exclamation of dismay at the sight of a beautiful woman
so, just sitting here waiting for julie to call again, like she was supposed to an hour or something ago. this brings me back..
yeah she showed up eventually. i guess she'd been doing homework waiting for biggie to call and he never did and she lost track of time. or something.
she frustrates me sometimes. i dunno
digicam fun and games tomorrow. i'm gonna take pictures of everything ever. dude it can make quicktime movies (with no sound). craazy
oh, so i'm registered for classes. assuming i dont pussypants and drop something, here is schedule:
...okay webcat crashed. i'll have to go find all my classes in the timeroom schedule now. bah. okay, chiggity check-
fiction - T 2-4pm
literature of later 18th century - MWF 11-12pm
cosmology and our view of the world - T 6-7:30pm (it's actually listed as ending at 7:40. that's odd)
intro to philosophy - TR 11-12:30pm (pass/fail)
the modern world - TR 9:30-11am / R 2-3pm (yeah 9:30am. that's gonna be trouble. but i consider it a personal challenge to alter my sleep schedule)
and now i will pee and go to bed. this ends our public service announcement.
oh yeah, and i still havent done that laundry