pulling the pieces back together

I feel like I'm running out of things to say.

I guess I feel that way for everything these days. Like all I have left is listening, and after a while I lose my focus and I can't do that right either.

So Luke gave me a mathematics book. It seems nifty; I'll make a concerted effort to read it. It's a survey of mathematics type thing, pretty big and with lots of pages, but hopefully it'll be fun.

I'm officially double-majoring in Math now, at least, as far as forms go. I've handed in my Intra-University Transfer form to the good folks at Woodbury and now I've just got to wait for a confirmation. You need a semester's worth of classes at CU with a 2.0 GPA. I think I'm going to fulfill those requirements. It'll be interesting, double majoring. I'm going to have to get an advisor at some point, so that I can figure out what to take and how to balance everything. Since it might be a challenge, with two majors.

I have 80 credits now. I thought, at the IB thing, that I'd only got a little over 50 credits, and then got the horrible feeling afterwards that it was actually 48, and I'd been lying. But when I printed out my unofficial transcript for the IUT form, I discovered that I'd actually gotten 65 transfer credits. That's ungodly. 40 of those are from IB, and the other 25 are from AP. How is that even possible? It's horrible, I tell you...

I need to figure out how many credits it takes to be a senior, and whether having an excess of credits will reduce my scholarships. That wouldn't be so good.

I played racquetball with the boys today. It was... interesting. I suck at the whole hand-eye coordination thing, so much of our time was spent with Spencer or Cam going "Hit it!", me swinging wildly and someone else actually hitting the ball towards the back wall. I think Cam is going to make me do suicides. I'm afraid.

That's all, for now.