- - - - - - - - - - A & S HOURS REQUIREMENTS FOR DEGREE - - - - - - - - - - -
1. BACHELOR OF ARTS HOURS (120)
6 hours remain of the 120 total hours required for a BA degree.

Of course, that's counting the classes I'll be taking in summer and fall.

coincidence

A few interesting things have happened since my last post...

I saw Chaffin... a few days ago? A week ago? Yes, I think it was last Thursday. At any rate, I had wandered to the Physics building with Luke (he helps out students in the little help lab place down there) and so after chatting with him a bit, he found someone to help... So I decided to explore. The help room connected with some labs, and as I wandered about, I just happened to run into Chaffin and Rob. Twas interesting. I ended up spying on their lab, fiddling with some of the equipment in there (like a glowy kaleidoscopic electron diffraction machine thing), messing up the set-up for the spectrum analyzer, then hanging out with Chaffin a bit afterwards. It was a really interesting conversation. I enjoyed it muchly. Which reminds me, I have a xanga to read...

This all was made more interesting by the fact that a day or so before, I'd gotten an email from Kym where she asked if I didn't see Chaffin anymore. She thought it strange. Which reminds me, I have an email to reply to...

On Monday, I also had a rather coincidental meeting with a couple of people. So I forgot to bring my driver's license home this weekend, and so was unable to bring my car up. Lame. I know, I'm a loser. (Well, okay, Habinsky says I'm not but that's yet another story.) So I took the bus up to Boulder. On weekdays, the system is: parent drives me to nine-mile park'n'ride at Parker and I-25. Bus takes me to Broadway & I-25 park'n'ride. Light rail takes me to Union Station. Mall bus takes me to Market Street Station. Then I bus back up to school. Joy. Well, anyways, so I picked a random compartment to get on for the light rail, and was looking for a seat, and of course I have to pick some stranger to sit by, because there are no completely free seats. I spy a blond head and I think "Hmmm..." And, lo and behold, it's Baylee. "Hello" says Jessa, and sits down. So we chat a bit and I notice that the person standing near us looks suspiciously like an old friend from high school. I want to say it was Amberle, but my memory's so dang bad. Anyways, we all chatted before they got off at the Auraria campus, or whatever. It was nice, to get to see them again. Brightened my day, and whatnot.

And as he walked away, not once did he look back.

oh my f***ing god.

Ok, so I'm listening to my roommate and her friend have a discussion about adderol... You know, this really clears up some doubts for me.

I do think I have ADD after all. They're talking about taking this stuff, and they get fidgety and start talking really fast or they get jittery. What the hell?! That's me OFF ritalin. You're not supposed to be that way after you take ritalin or adderol or any of these damn things! You're supposed to be calm, and focused. That's how I am when it works. And when it doesn't, I don't get more jittery. I never get more jittery. How can they take it? How can they talk about snorting it? I'm hiding my damn ritalin.

No, I'm not paranoid.

How can anyone do this to themselves? How can they take speed?? I guess I really do have ADD, because otherwise I'd be like them... I'd start biting my nails constantly or my leg would start shaking after I took my beloved stimulants. With me, taking them makes me stop doing those things. And it's only when they wear off that I get jittery and nervous and distractable again.

Hallelujah! The real proof, for me, that I have ADD. All you other people are apparently just using it to stay up late...

Argh! <pulls out hair>

Mayhaps I shouldn't have had that double shot espresso starbucks thing this morning. I think caffeine makes me more nervous. Errr, my stomach doesn't feel too good...

Well, if caffeine does this to me then maybe I don't have ADD... but... it's not like I'm fidgeting. Just aggravated.

<burps>

Ah, that's better. The world is an okay place. Time to clean my room.

disproof

So, I've been thinking... you know how you get those forwards with the friendly advice and such, like... "To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world," and "Don't try so hard, the best things come when you least expect them to." (Both of which are lovely sayings, which I have no problem with.)

Now, consider the phrase "No man or woman is worth your tears, and the one who is, won't make you cry." Yes, yes, very nice little phrase. The problem with this one is, it doesn't really work when applied to me. Why, do you ask. Well, I cry at almost everything. I cried at the frickin' Flinstones Movie. Now, the first time, it was excusable, I was probably about eight or so and I was scared that Barney was going to get hanged. The second time I watched the movie I was about 14 years old. I cried at the exact same scene, this time because "I could see the disintegration of Fred and Barney's friendship".

Make fun of me, and I go after your eyeballs with a taco bell spork.

No, I'm not violent... <whistles innocently>

Anyways. So, if I cry at everything, including the Flinstones, how am I going to find a guy who never makes me cry? I ask this. My daddy makes me cry all the frickin' time. Are you saying he isn't worth my tears? Huh?! What if he died, am I not supposed to cry at my funeral because he yelled at me?!

Yeah, take that, handy phrase. You suck. There's a difference between a guy who makes you cry because he's imperfect (and therefore human and not just some figment of your imagination), and a guy who makes you cry and deserves to be stabbed in the eye with a spork.

<continues whistling innocently>

The exception is Chad Michael Murray, who would never make Nikki cry and would make a wonderful boyfriend.