School
I love school. <3 I'm extremely pleased to be back in school. I mean, sure, the TA for my Bio class speaks little to no English and pronounces AIDS as "ass" but it was still fun. And sure, my Calculus teacher is frail and I can't hear her discuss functions even if I'm seated four rows from the front, and she assigned ten pages worth of assignments. I still love school.

I can't tell you how happy I was to walk along University Avenue, reading the flags that declared that I was at Rutgers. I can't tell you how wonderful the sun felt on my skin as I made my way through class, up to the bookstore and down to student services. It was glorious. It is glorious. I can't wait to do it again tomorrow.

Oh. The Engineering department contacted me today. Apparently my courses aren't fit for the program. Well, duh, that's because I'm not taking engineering! I guess I was listed under engineering, I don't know why, but yeah. Have to deal with that before the week's done.

Love
Lalala. I'm happy. He makes me happy. Sure, he'll make me miserable in about, oh, two minutes from the moment you read this, but he still makes me happy. Very happy. Very, very happy. Even when he does absolutely nothing. :)

Nap
I had to walk to Journal Square (That's where I take the train) because I don't have a bus pass, which shouldn't have been a problem except I didn't have cash on me. I also had to walk back from Rutgers to the train station, again, because I didn't have a buss pass and I didn't have cash.

I otherwise wouldn't have minded walking. I love walking, in fact. Except I've never walked that far with 3 pounds worth of books on my back. I guess that's why I was beat when I got home.

So I took a nap. And what a nap it was! :)

Then I did my Calculus homework. I'm so happy to be back in school, I don't even care that I had so much work to do. Haha.

Ooh, ooh! I want to extend my thanks to Armando or whatshisface. I don't know. But my package from Philippines (It had my Cattleya fillers in it. Haha.) was accidentally delivered to his house. He was sooo nice, he called me on my cellphone to let me know. Unfortunately, I was napping when he called. When I returned his call, I told him I'd pick it up tomorrow after school but he told me he would stop by the house once he's done shopping at Walmart. I was so stunned at the randomness of it all, I couldn't decline. (Good people still roam this earth. Aren't you glad?)

Yey. He dropped it off while my nose was buried in my Calculus textbook. My brother took it. I didn't even get to thank him properly. And I'm sure my brother thought he was just some delivery guy. :( But yes. I want the world to know that Armando or Martino or whatshisface, who lives in 93 Fleet Street, Jersey City, is a wonderdful, wonderful man. Many thanks. :)

Wee. I now have a bus pass, thank God. I won't be as beat tomorrow as I was today. Aaand I only have Honors English and Freshman Colloquium tomorrow and those are the classes that have NO TEXTBOOKS. *sigh*

Thank you for the perfect day. :) Bukas ulit ha?

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kitten posted @ 9:21 PM