Primordial Chaos

I told my brother when he was here for Thanksgiving that I was eating frosted mini wheats 4-5 times a day. He told me when he was eating cereal for every meal his pee started smelling like cereal. Mine didn't at the time and I thought he was bonkers.

My pee just smelled STRONGLY of frosted mini wheats, and I'm choking on myself I'm laughing so hard.

Ahmad - Back In The Day



I totally lied. I did not have the creative writing thing fixed by noon, but did have it fixed before I went home. However, it had been replaced earlier with another UNM issue. I have to take an intersession class because of the timing of how I transferred in. Which they didn't tell me until, oh, TODAY. I could have taken that class this fall. Argh. Anyways, I'm all set for spring, barring possibly maybe adding a class. I'm at 15 hours though, and I think I should keep it there and instead of another class GO OUTSIDE, lol.

Seriously though, I think next semester I should be more social, go out and do stuff, talk to random people...because next fall I will be on my own somewhere and I'll have to make new contacts and friends. Might be helpful if I had some mastery of how to do so. Might just be helpful period. This is a scary idea. Part of me knows it's a good idea too. I can't live the rest of my life inside my head, though I'd like to if I got half a chance. :P As one of my friends put it "college is more than just classes, there are other things to learn". He's right. The idea still freaks me out though. I have no idea how to initiate small talk and NOT be awkward. NONE. I don't initiate conversations. I don't know why, most people find me witty and charming once they talk to me, so not sure why I'm so afraid of being immediately rejected and ignored. I have so much to learn...despite the strides I've made in the past 3 years. So very much left to learn just to catch up.

As it stands, I'm heading back to where I grew up this weekend. I wonder just how different it is from how I remember it. Man...am I really an adult? Where the hell did those years go? I'm 26! Holy shit! I CAN SEE 30 FROM HERE. I'm sure my dad wants to slap me upside my head for complaining about being 26 when he's turning the big 60 soon. ;) (There's probably other reasons he wants to slap me upside my head too, lol.)

I had my oral French interview today, and on the recommendation of my dad (you KNOW I'm getting old if I'm actually listening to my parents advice :P) I used a joke to start off. I tweeted this joke once, but it's still one of my favs to tell because it's SO bad it's goofy. (Kinda like most of my dad's jokes! :P) Anyways, here goes:

My dad's retired. He was tired yesterday and he's tired again today.

I'm cracking up, I love that joke. It went over really well too, REALLY well. But it's a REALLY bad joke. I love silliness like that, sometimes it's more about the laughing than anything else. Sometimes the laughs get drowned out by other noise though...and eventually, the laughs stop. I don't like that. Life sucks when things get in the way of laughing.

So much in my life is on the edge of change. The closer it comes, any of it, the more scared I get. I'm not even gonna bs you, I'm TERRIFIED. I'm gonna have that deer in the headlights look for a bit. I think everyone, including myself, will be impressed with the me that comes out of it all. Can't finish until you start..

You know, when you're a kid you get physical aches and pains as you grow and your body adjusts to the new height, length and width. When you're an adult, you get mental/emotional aches and pains as you grow and adjust to the new strength, lessons learned and depth.

No one said this was going to be easy.

~A.

I'm referring to the Brand New Heavies version, though I'm well aware it's a cover. It works since I am staying up until midnight to register so I can at least get most of my schedule. Not that UNM is an oasis of any sort, unless you're looking for an oasis of bullshit and ineptitude. So, one week later here we are again, I'm staying up to register for classes. Assuming all goes well. You can assume if it doesn't, I'm going on the war path.

While waiting, I went and cleaned up my Droid's SD card and my music library. Well, some of my music library. Holy crap what a mess. I spent 3 hours straightening out that mess and didn't get done. Had like 5 gigs of music out of 12 on my Droid that was basically copies of songs, one song had 5 copies on there. So, I cleaned all that up, put in artist names, album titles and album art to all the music that was missing it. Loaded 7 gigs of music and the new Star Trek movie, I've been SLOWLY going through all the movies I have. Since everyday I have a couple of hours between classes, I just go hide in a corner somewhere by myself and watch a movie on my Droid with my headphones on a couple of days a week instead of living in my textbooks. Most people complain college kids go out too much...most people I know complain I need to go out MORE. Maybe I do, if for nothing else to work on my social skills. I think I'll start with a Lobos basketball game or two. :P

Speaking of, oh section 26. They were talking about how section 26 bum rushed the court after our win over Cal-Berkeley. They were hefting players in the air, screaming, jumping around, just being rowdy. See, students get to go to games for free, and section 26 is reserved just for those tickets. It is both the scariest and most fun place to be during a Lobos game. You can say section 26 and people know exactly who and what you're talking about...and probably why you're talking about them. That's where you find the half naked people covered in paint you see at games. You might even catch me there a couple of times this season.

I made the decision to stop damn piling on upper level required classes and shit. Spring is gonna be a fun semester with some laid back classes that count for gen ed and transfer. No science on my agenda (burnt myself out) but one math class. And a bunch of humanities classes and of course a psychology class. I really love my psychology classes, and they're the classes I do the best in. Well, that and the math classes I've taken. Which blows my mind considering my history with math and how I generally fear it and dislike it. But I am bizarrely good at it. Maybe because it's such a systematic topic? Especially Algebra, I can rock some Algebra. Which means I am also wonderful at Calculus since it's all Algebra. I never understood that since math is like my worst enemy.

(took a break here to register for classes, heehee, was 11:59 as I wrote this)

Alright, I'm registered for 12 hours, my plan was 18 but I missed out on 3 classes I wanted, one because UNM screwed up...again. What I do have is a math class, senior level class on the psychology of alcoholism, one of the honors classes I wanted, and a psychology research techniques class. You know, the shit I do a few hours a week as it is. We'll be shown on how to enter data into SPSS! Never mind that I build damn SPSS databases, gather data, enter data and run calculations on a regular basis. Think I'm a wee bit ahead of the class already. The 3 classes I missed out on are a computer programming class (really wanted that one, my bro took the class so I have a live in tutor, not to mention the professor teaching the class was my bro's adviser) an honors class about addiction with the head researcher I currently work under, and a creative writing class. What pisses me off is I can't register for the creative writing class because it's saying I'm missing pre-reqs. Well, the pre-req is English 101. Because my ACT English scores were so high, UNM said I didn't have to take 101/102, but I still had the clearance for any class that needed those as pre-reqs. That apparently was a fucking lie. You can bet your sweet ass and half a titty I'll have THAT fixed before noon tomorrow. Anyways, I have 12 credits now, 9 of which I'm gonna breeze through, since the honors class I am registered for is about reading and writing. Dear god, not that, don't make me read or write! It's not like I've had a post-doctoral level of reading comprehension and writing abilities since I was tested in 7th grade. Oh wait, I have, never mind. ;) My reading abilities also won me a trip to Six Flags in elementary school. (I'm just bragging now, I'll change subjects. :P) I need to find a 300 level honors class to take and sign up for creative writing, and that rounds out my 18 for the spring. Might take the honors class about Einstein and Godel. Honors classes don't have final or midterms. They tend to have papers. I can deal with papers. I have to do research and write? What a terrible fate. ;)

Speaking of honors classes and papers, get this. So the first paper I finished 20 minutes before class and accidentally wrote 11 pages doubled spaced (was 5.5 single spaced, the requirement was 5 pages) and I got a 100 on it, but the professor gave me 3 different lectures on double spacing and making her read an extra long paper and I better remember 5 or 6 pages double spaced on the next paper. The second one I finished 15 minutes before class, and actually made it 5.25 pages double spaced but had to cut out A LOT of what I wanted to go into. I got a 95 because I came up with this really great point, but had to cut out a lot of my discussion about it (like 2 pages), and she said I could have gone into greater detail about that point. I was told the look on my face after hearing that was priceless. I have no doubt my displeasure was obvious. Some professors don't know what they want, ha. If we weren't happy with our score she would let us rewrite it and make corrections she suggested for a better grade, I almost rewrote that paper. Then I realized I MUST BE INSANE because I was going to completely rewrite (and basically would have had to rewrite) my paper to go deeper into my argument over 5 damn points. Some of my classmates were rewriting because they got Ds and Fs. I decided I was just fine at a 95 and went on with my life. BUT STILL. I was aggravated. :)

I really could sit here and write all night, but I've registered for what I can, the 2 classes left to register for I have to get special permissions on my account to do, and I have my French oal interview tomorrow at about 10 am. I think sleep is a better choice right now.

I'm going to bed with a smile on my face and a giggle in my heart.

~A.