Orientation

Because they think I need to get oriented. My entire Monday was spent from the early morning at the university to which I shall attend. As was the Tuesday following until approximately 3:00pm. We walked through the rain down streets I already know, past buildings I've already visited, and into lectures that all rambled on about the same things. In the one about "getting involved", they included Diplomacy Club in "Social" clubs instead of "Recreation" with the Chess Club and Gaming Club. Fuck them.

I don't give a damn what's allowed and disallowed in the campus dormitories. Nor do I give a damn about where the cafeterias are located or what kinds of food they serve. I'm living at home; I'm commuting; I'm drinking bubble tea every day and eating in the Student Union and leaving beer cans on the floors of my room and my car just because I can. And I'm not moving my car "at least four hours prior to any home basketball game"; I'm buying tickets just so I don't have to.

The schedule they had me compile for over an hour in one of the computer labs (you do this on the university's web site) was such shit, as the courses I sought amounted to eighteen credits rather than the maximum of seventeen. Fuck Inventis. It wasn't until I had given up hope for getting one of the classes I wanted that I learned of my exemption from English 101. Squeaked by with the bare-minimal SAT Verbal score to get out of Hell. But the course that I now had space to take had filled up before I dropped it. Joy. So now my prospective courses are looking rather disinteresting. Math140 (If the AP exam bumps me up to 141, I ain't going) is my only real course [4creds], with a lecture/seminar course on why engineering is good [3creds], a lecture/seminar on why the Inventis program is good [1creds], a bullshit lecture course entitled "Film and American Culture Studies" [3creds], and a course on Java (that is, CP1/2) [4creds]. Aren't I ambitious.

One of the most irritating things about the experience was that we had to stay overnight. My roommate was a nice Russian fellow from New York. That wasn't the problem. He woke up at 5:45am. That was. I arose at the usual time--6:00--and proceded to make as much noise in opening the door and walking down the hallway to the bathroom as he did. Wait in bed another 30 minutes, get the shit together, and check out. Nobody said what would happen next, so I went over to my future breakfast club and ordered an Egg McMuffin. Bored again, I walked around and eventually discovered that our guides were handing out tickets for a free breakfast at the very same establishment at which I had just paid. No warnings or nothing, just a "here you go" and "be on your way". I took my ticket and the free food and stuffed it in my backpack. My dog ate it when I got home. She's now limping and deathly ill.

I got my UMCP ID. My pic makes me look at least 21, no? No matter. Just tell 'em it ain't extortion and you should be good to go.

So yeah I got Donnie Darko (director's cut; the original makes much less sense) with one of my gift cards. Still debating over Fight Club. Kiss Kiss Bang Bang is the only one still stuck in the postal service. You all needed to know this.

Fuck this, I need sleep. Goodnight.