so this semester has been off to a good start, and i mean that dripping with sarcasm. i was supposed to have my first class yesterday, but i went to meet up with the professor beforehand to ask him if he thought i could take the class although i didn't meet one of the prerequisites. and oh. my. god. world class jerk. seriously, he was the rudest person i have met in the longest of long times, and all i can say is thank god i don't have to deal with him for the rest if the semester. (because, yes, in the midst of being a jerk he told me that i obviously couldn't take his class.) and then tonight i have the class that i added instead of the jerk's class which i'm not very excited about. it's another legal/ethics class and i've already done so many of these (but none of them the same so i can't even recycle work or sleep through it. i had the ethics in accounting, the legal in intrusion detection, the ethics in marketing, ethics in global markets, etc.). i remember that once upon a time i used to like school. i really did. i'm not sure where all my excitement for learning went, but i hope i find at least a little as this semester goes on.
but enough about school. (i wrote that sentence ten minutes ago and can think of nothing else to write about. i lead a pathetic existence.)
oh, last night i had a dream that i was voldemort's driver? it was a really weird dream. and he had a creepy cat that had its own wand. being voldemort's driver is stressful because you're always worried that he's going to kill you. i have no idea what my subconscious is doing, but i think it must be high. even my stress-induced quasi-nightmares i had the night before about school and qual exams were pretty weird.
*The Dutch Courage - The Spill Canvas