music: "King of Carrotflowers," Neutral Milk Hotel
This morning, before my brother and I had sleepily poured milk over our cereal at the crack of dawn [it being Battle of the Flowers, which subsequently means every business and institution is closed in celebration, to include my brother's high school, my mother pulled out from some secret crevice a two-mile list of housecleaning tasks to be accomplished.
It would've taken all year to get that stuff done. As soon as possible, my brother scampered off to a friend's house, and I to the bookstore.
The bookstore was a lovely trip, indeed. The very hot checkout guy was, in all irony, checking me out. Secondly, I managed to buy ten books for twenty dollars. That's economizing, folks! I bought three French books and one Italian, as well as two volumes of poetry, some feminist short stories, and Mary Shelley's Frankenstein. Altogether, I'd consider it a valuable haul. I <3 books!
Luckily, my mom was gone running errands when I got back home. I talked to my advisor about which classes to enroll in for the summer, and he told me some *very cool* news: because my ACT score was high enough, I receive automatic credit for English 101 and English 102, and I can head straight into English 275. How cool is that? Six credits under my belt before I even start. Woopah.
I wanted to register for Anthropology 102 as well, but as it turns out, the two classes are being offered at exactly the same hours on the same days over the summer. However, the English course has only 2 seats left, and I have to get special override permission from my professor because of the test scores, so I may not end up in that class until the fall anyway. I was examining the anthropology instructor's website, and he looks like a really cool guy. I think I'm going to look forward to that class.
I'm taking an Algebra review for my other class, I'm pretty sure. Woot, Algebra. Isn't college fun?
I saw a little squirrel standing up on the road the other day, and it made me think of that Geico commercial where they plot to make the drivers swerve off the road. I wonder if animals really do that sort of thing? As far as I'm concerned, it's a possibility.../