Dropped Russian and Slavic Lit. Picked up a graduate level German course. Must buy 24 books. Auf deutsch.

I have to read War and Peace. I fell asleep after the first page.

General Descriptive Chemistry II
Corresponding Lab
Calculus Function One Variable II
International Relations and World Politics
Elementary Russian
Slavic and East European Literature

Welcome to my life.

And no eight o'clock classes!! That means I only have to leave here at 8:30 in order to walk to class and be on time.

Meh, it's not as terrible as I anticipated. Not the most fun I've ever had, but it's not the worst experience either. Turns out, despite how many people I met and disliked yesterday, the ratio of cool people to losers is quite in my favor.

Chapel Hill lies in waiting.

I should probably be excited.
I should probably be a little stressed out.
I should probably be doing something other than mucking around.

But I'm not. And that's ok.

Beth, fly away!

There is a Jeopardy Brain Bus tryout thingie at Chapel Hill on the 30th. Ich bin dabei.

Although I doubt they'll want me, just because I use the word thingie as though it were actually a word.

Can't write. Can't read. Can't think.

Can eat. Can sleep. Those are the only two things I want to do.

Is this Post-Deutschland Stress Disorder? Or am I just a little crazy?

And the day at Carowinds began with a "Becca has bigger boobs than you. And a better ass." Thank you, Graham, for dashing my hopes for the Y-chromosome. Yet again. I just need someone who doesn't talk, I guess ( Read more... )

And the summer careens down the highway, destined to come to a screeching halt twenty yards from the campus of UNC Chapel Hill. I don't want to bother with it.

Nike and Moe called me. It was fabulous to talk to them again. Not much has changed since I left, which is reassuring I guess, but it also evokes a feeling that my role there wasn't as great of one as I had hoped ( Read more... )