It's a FREEZING 52 degrees outside and I'm wearing my comfy jammies and drinking wine, and pretty much ignoring one of my many Lit papers in favor of WINCHESTERS. Life could not get any better.
( Let's see, what rhymes with 'Shut up, Sam.' )In other news, registering for classes blows. I wanted to sign up for this Russian Lit class that was also an exit course requirement, meaning only juniors and seniors can take it. But it says I'm not qualified. Long story short, I'm technically not a junior yet. Still a sophomore, as they go by my last completed semester. THE HELL. Of COURSE by last semester's standards I'd still be a sophomore, and it's ridiculous that I can't get into the class that I want because they're going by that. The only thing I can do is wait until the grades are submitted for this semester and hope the number of credits will qualify me as a junior (because if not, I am SO SCREWED anyway) and hope there are still seats available. By the time college is over, I swear I'm gonna have an ulcer the size of my head.