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My shirt smells like–

– church?

So how much sense does this make.

CALS requires me to take 9 credits of “English,” 6 of which must be writing. I have 5.

I am also behind in some aspects of the “intro” classes in the Meteorology major. So I’m taking a class on instruments and observations (INO) now as opposed to my sophomore year.

I got the schedule to work out after a long battle with Schedulizer. MW 2:55-4:10 I take a four credit writing seminar entitled “The Atomic Age.” Rather fascinating.

However, last week Cornell decided to move some sophomore math sections around (I think you can see where this is going). Said sophomores now have sections that conflict with the mandatory INO lab. They ask the INO lab to be moved. Fine. Where do they move it? Smack in the middle of my writing seminar that CALS tells me I have to take. So now I HAVE to be at the INO lab to get my major, yet I HAVE to be at my writing seminar to reach my graduation requirements. Now, if it wasn’t for the dumbass “6 out of 9 must be writing” credit requirement, I’d just let it go, and find some 4 credit COMM class or something. But no. One of the precious few 4 credit writing seminars is gone, completely out of my control, after I had worked my ass off to accommodate it.

So I sent an e-mail to CALS asking if I could get the 6 credit writing requirement waived so this wouldn’t be a burden on me with the multitude of classes in my department (and the Astro department as I get my “minor”) and they replied with, “Cornell’s policy is not to waive any graduation requirements unless dire circumstances arise, at which point the dean of the college may rule in favor of a restricting of the requirements. For all students in a scenario like yours, if you cannot fit a writing requirement into your schedule, summer/winter classes are recommended.”

Fuck you Cornell. Yeah, since YOU fucked up my schedule, I’m going to fucking give YOU guys another $10,000. Fuck that.

Yeah, just keep on avoiding that mirror. That’s right– I mean honestly, who wants to actually see what they’ve become.

You’re a shell of what you once were– you simply make me sick now. I’m sorry, that’s the flat truth. God as my witness.

Respect is a powerful thing. I trust me, I gave you a ton. And you know what? It’s not so powerful when it’s gone.

You know who you are. And the worst part is, I’m pretty sure you won’t admit to being wrong, though deep down– you probably know you are.

Shitty way to save face, huh?

Gah.

I have had a temperature of about 101 degrees since like 1 in the morning. It is now 5:15.

Something is not happy.

This might start a string of postings again.

Are you kidding me?

Am I truly a horrible person?

Though it’s about time I gave you guys something to read about, huh. Life isn’t me without something entertaining.

Oh no.

What happened.

Oh yeah.

I got YouTube hooked up.

For the blog.

A whole new avenue of awesomeness to post.

For your viewing pleasure…

I have to go for another MRI on my shoulder tomorrow.

Apparently “tendinitis” may have turned into a “torn rotator cuff.”

Fuck modern medicine and fuck my right arm.

So apparently Where’d You Go? (written by some guy from Linkin Park) is popular now. Well, as popular as a song that’s on the radio incessantly can be. You know the one– “Where’d you go? I miss you sooooooooo, it’s like it’s been forever since youuuuuuu’ve beeeeeennnnn hooooooommmmmmmeeeee”

You know– the guy has a good reason for leaving. God she’s whiny. Shut up woman.

I hate that song.