Fifty Second Post

Mostly, I just want to say that I have a bone to pick with The Little Mermaid.
Shells are impractical and sound painful.
That is all.

Okay, I lied. It's not all, although I am done talking about The Little Mermaid.
I have exciting news for you all!
That's actually a lie. I have exciting news for me, and I'm pretty much it. And I guess one other person is pretty psyched as well. I have a roommate for next year! (My future roommie is the other psyched person, and I know this because she is the one that did the asking. Otherwise I'd have my doubts because I have no self-esteem when it comes to my friends.)
A mutual friend of ours described the arrangement succinctly — "Raeann and Megan: terrifying men everywhere in 2012."
I think it has a nice ring to it.


UPDATE TWO YEARS LATER: Megan and I ended up not rooming together because I studied abroad and it would have been a nightmare, so she got a single after evaluating all other possible options and the hell that is our housing system on campus and I moved into a friend who studied abroad in the spring's room.

Thirty Fourth Post

So, school.
It's pretty much... school-ish... I go to class, I talk with my roommate, gripe about the state of the bathroom, complain about the inconsistently freezing cold showers, and hoard 90% dark chocolate.
I recently had my birthday, which was "fun", since all the people I know on facebook wrote on my wall and/or accosted me in person.
Now I'm lurking in the science library computer room trying to work up the motivation to do organic homework before the day it's due.
It's not working.
I'm going to go back to my room, make up German flashcards so I don't fail another quiz, and read Going Postal by Terry Pratchett.
In my defense, I failed the German quiz because I was studying the wrong page.
...It really doesn't help to know that I failed a quiz because I couldn't tell page 19 apart from page 37, though.
I'm going to go hide under the covers, actually. After I do everything else and my laundry.

Thirty Second Post

September has rolled around. School is starting up with a vengeance, and I am getting sick.
I met my new roommate, who is from California, USA.
She is nice and likes to rock climb.
I keep running into my old stalker, who seemed determined to keep my life from being boring. I prefer boring to not being safe from unexpected, awkward "conversations" in my own room, thank you. He doesn't know where I live this year.
Speaking of where I live, we have a couch! That was pretty exciting.
I finally decorated my wall, using up several pieces of paper and replacing two ink cartridges. The printer-wraith seemed to be pleased by my offering, and printed the rest of the pictures very nicely. The result was well-worth the effort, however, as I know have Heroes (TV Series) pictures and logos, XKCD comics, LOLcats, various other comics, British WWII-era propaganda posters, Dune movie covers, and Bourne pictures and movie covers scattered about my walls. It actually kind of looks like I live here now.
Class starts tomorrow. I am expecting a lot out of German 101, since earlier today I spent $300 on the book. I finished the "soul killing" book for one of the four classes that all students have to take to graduate, much to my roommate's shock.
When I look at my schedule on the spreadsheet that I make for every semester to plan out my days and keep from conflicting classes, my schedule looks rather paltry. Only three Monday-Wednesday-Friday classes, one Tuesday-Thursday class, one PE class, and just one lab. Unfortunately, all three of the Monday-Wednesday-Friday classes are four credits, and the Tuesday-Thursday class is a 300-level course (all my other classes are 100- or 200-level).
It's going to be one heck of a semester. I hope to take an ice-skating class for Jan-Term. And that is it.