Glad that's over.
Feb. 16th, 2005 09:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lierdumoaExcept not really. Because it's still going.
Had a shit day yesterday in which I said horrible and ridiculous things and guilted about it for hours on end to the point that I exhausted myself too much to get much vidding done. Non-productivity = the bad. Class went well. The trip to and from class went not so well. Rained a lot. I got rained on a lot. Then I came home to a letter from SFSU in a small envelope (small envelopes from colleges are never good) saying they could not process my application because they could not accept transfers with less than 60 units. What the fuck? I did not apply as a transfer, I applied as a freshman. Even taking into account that I went to another college I still only have about a semester's worth of credit anyway, so I'd still only be applying as a freshman. I've got nothing to transfer. Jesus Christ, could the world stop beating me up already? So I went and had a very nice conversation with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
spaggel down in the laundry room where it was quiet and felt much better. Then I went to push myself up and realized I had in fact been sitting in laundry detergent and would have to wash my pants.
Anyway, today I'm going to have to call SFSU and beg, and then my parents who are paying for our family phone plan are going to go, "Holy hell. Why do we have so many overage charges on daytime minutes!?". I get the feeling it's not going to do me much good. I suppose this is why I made contingency plans. Agh -- at least I have those. But Christ, I wasn't expecting to need them.
Oh, and I'm also going to need to call my parents because the classes I thought were worth 4 credits are in fact worth 3, so I'm going to take three of them in order to fill my requirement of 9 credits that I need to take in order to keep living in my co-op. This is much more expensive than just taking two classes and a seminar. I hate asking my parents for money, especially since my dad's health forced him into early retirement.
And I still need to figure out what I'm doing over the summer. I've been putting that off. I really shouldn't have been putting that off. I suppose I can look up some shit online today and call my cousin tonight (after nine, so the phone bill doesn't have a seizure) who spoke to me about summer internships before.
Crap, and I really need to call my cousins. I haven't talked to them in forever. They live twenty minutes away from me. I'm a bad cousin.
I will start on this shit after lunch. Before lunch? Vidding. At least when my vids beat me up, it's not a surprise.
ETA: Ugh. Stuck in a loophole. I called SFSU, and since I was in college at all, I cannot apply as a first time freshman. Boo. I only need a few more units to qualify as a transfer student, so I could apply for the spring and just take the two classes I need local. I don't know what I'd do in the fall, though, so I'll put that down as plan E and worry about plans B-D for now.
I need to do something for fall, and something for the summer. Something. Anything. Just don't let me have to live with my parents again for any stretch of time because it's bad for my psychological health.
Had a shit day yesterday in which I said horrible and ridiculous things and guilted about it for hours on end to the point that I exhausted myself too much to get much vidding done. Non-productivity = the bad. Class went well. The trip to and from class went not so well. Rained a lot. I got rained on a lot. Then I came home to a letter from SFSU in a small envelope (small envelopes from colleges are never good) saying they could not process my application because they could not accept transfers with less than 60 units. What the fuck? I did not apply as a transfer, I applied as a freshman. Even taking into account that I went to another college I still only have about a semester's worth of credit anyway, so I'd still only be applying as a freshman. I've got nothing to transfer. Jesus Christ, could the world stop beating me up already? So I went and had a very nice conversation with
spaggel down in the laundry room where it was quiet and felt much better. Then I went to push myself up and realized I had in fact been sitting in laundry detergent and would have to wash my pants.Anyway, today I'm going to have to call SFSU and beg, and then my parents who are paying for our family phone plan are going to go, "Holy hell. Why do we have so many overage charges on daytime minutes!?". I get the feeling it's not going to do me much good. I suppose this is why I made contingency plans. Agh -- at least I have those. But Christ, I wasn't expecting to need them.
Oh, and I'm also going to need to call my parents because the classes I thought were worth 4 credits are in fact worth 3, so I'm going to take three of them in order to fill my requirement of 9 credits that I need to take in order to keep living in my co-op. This is much more expensive than just taking two classes and a seminar. I hate asking my parents for money, especially since my dad's health forced him into early retirement.
And I still need to figure out what I'm doing over the summer. I've been putting that off. I really shouldn't have been putting that off. I suppose I can look up some shit online today and call my cousin tonight (after nine, so the phone bill doesn't have a seizure) who spoke to me about summer internships before.
Crap, and I really need to call my cousins. I haven't talked to them in forever. They live twenty minutes away from me. I'm a bad cousin.
I will start on this shit after lunch. Before lunch? Vidding. At least when my vids beat me up, it's not a surprise.
ETA: Ugh. Stuck in a loophole. I called SFSU, and since I was in college at all, I cannot apply as a first time freshman. Boo. I only need a few more units to qualify as a transfer student, so I could apply for the spring and just take the two classes I need local. I don't know what I'd do in the fall, though, so I'll put that down as plan E and worry about plans B-D for now.
I need to do something for fall, and something for the summer. Something. Anything. Just don't let me have to live with my parents again for any stretch of time because it's bad for my psychological health.
