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I am going to wake up with a groggy sensation, I just know it.

I've been trying to sleep for the past few hours but to no avail. I have this feeling I'm going to have spend the rest of this week adjusting my circadian rhythm. So instead, I will release something in my mind: a dream I had that I vividly remember.

It was a new world. I represented a small representation of mankind, for most of mankind was gone now. There was mostly wilds... and the new sentient race, a race of reptile or alien I believe. I suppose they had already taken care of most of mankind, or perhaps I was one of the few selected to sabotage and scout them... I don't remember bones of any of the dead, so I might assume the latter. Along bright open sky and meadows over a dangerously high cliff, I dodged and ran and struck at them with what firearms I had... I believe it was a submachine gun. I was mostly dodging them and firing back, keeping my pace far enough to make sure they couldn't get an accurate shot on me. ...and then I found an old bunker, just in time: they had sent bombardments.
I walked through the rusted-out compound, finding it to be some sort of facility: bridges of rusted steel made paths around the cliff in the lower way and I was able to find extra ammunition just in case. When I continued exploring, it was sometimes through darkness, and sometimes through the light of day. One particular part of the complex I remember passing by held various living quarters in an atrium-like fashion, rusted out though, and far from attractive. As I explored one of the rooms, though, that was when I was attacked from surprise by some small creature that was trying to lunge for me. I shot at it but then the room's floor was caving in on me... it was dark, and I can't remember the rest. My analysis to this though is that I've probably been playing too much Half Life.

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I am going to wake up with a groggy sensation, I just know it.

I've been trying to sleep for the past few hours but to no avail. I have this feeling I'm going to have spend the rest of this week adjusting my circadian rhythm. So instead, I will release something in my mind: a dream I had that I vividly remember.

It was a new world. I represented a small representation of mankind, for most of mankind was gone now. There was mostly wilds... and the new sentient race, a race of reptile or alien I believe. I suppose they had already taken care of most of mankind, or perhaps I was one of the few selected to sabotage and scout them... I don't remember bones of any of the dead, so I might assume the latter. Along bright open sky and meadows over a dangerously high cliff, I dodged and ran and struck at them with what firearms I had... I believe it was a submachine gun. I was mostly dodging them and firing back, keeping my pace far enough to make sure they couldn't get an accurate shot on me. ...and then I found an old bunker, just in time: they had sent bombardments.
I walked through the rusted-out compound, finding it to be some sort of facility: bridges of rusted steel made paths around the cliff in the lower way and I was able to find extra ammunition just in case. When I continued exploring, it was sometimes through darkness, and sometimes through the light of day. One particular part of the complex I remember passing by held various living quarters in an atrium-like fashion, rusted out though, and far from attractive. As I explored one of the rooms, though, that was when I was attacked from surprise by some small creature that was trying to lunge for me. I shot at it but then the room's floor was caving in on me... it was dark, and I can't remember the rest. My analysis to this though is that I've probably been playing too much Half Life.

College Red Tape Fun!

To reiterate what most people say, colleges are businesses. They work hard at trying to make money off of making you succesful or at least teaching you in the process. The only reason I am giving this given is because I just worked my butt off running around trying to get my classes.

After leaving my morning class, I returned to trouble my advisor for what might have been the twelveth time so far. After receiving my (hopefully) final schedule, I headed to the registrar. Turns out the registrar was booked solid. Financial Aid had a line reminiscent of a ticket stand and even more scary was the news that the bookstore opened a day before class, meaning the line over there was even worse.

Approaching the person at the registrar desk, I finally got someone, but right then and there, someone cut me because they were there yesterday and decided that was excuse enough to make me wait a couple of extra minutes. She ended up getting into a hissy fit with the person because she didn't have her transcript (yay red tape) and I got to get registered by someone who was in a very P.O.'d mood because of it! Yay me!

Turns out that my attempt to "clep" a class was not accepted, and after some discussion with various other professors, I finally just decided to forget it and take the clepped class in the hopes of changing my schedule after I get all the dirty work done with my clepping. I was thankful that I was done for now, though I shudder at what promises come for tomorrow when I have to work my butt around all the red tape again just so I can be approved for grants and loans and all the other stuff that's piling up on my shoulders. Me so happy(not).

Since I have two more hours since the next class, I guess I'm stuck here at the moment. Why did I decide to reread Nietzsche today instead of something relaxing? >_

College Red Tape Fun!

To reiterate what most people say, colleges are businesses. They work hard at trying to make money off of making you succesful or at least teaching you in the process. The only reason I am giving this given is because I just worked my butt off running around trying to get my classes.

After leaving my morning class, I returned to trouble my advisor for what might have been the twelveth time so far. After receiving my (hopefully) final schedule, I headed to the registrar. Turns out the registrar was booked solid. Financial Aid had a line reminiscent of a ticket stand and even more scary was the news that the bookstore opened a day before class, meaning the line over there was even worse.

Approaching the person at the registrar desk, I finally got someone, but right then and there, someone cut me because they were there yesterday and decided that was excuse enough to make me wait a couple of extra minutes. She ended up getting into a hissy fit with the person because she didn't have her transcript (yay red tape) and I got to get registered by someone who was in a very P.O.'d mood because of it! Yay me!

Turns out that my attempt to "clep" a class was not accepted, and after some discussion with various other professors, I finally just decided to forget it and take the clepped class in the hopes of changing my schedule after I get all the dirty work done with my clepping. I was thankful that I was done for now, though I shudder at what promises come for tomorrow when I have to work my butt around all the red tape again just so I can be approved for grants and loans and all the other stuff that's piling up on my shoulders. Me so happy(not).

Since I have two more hours since the next class, I guess I'm stuck here at the moment. Why did I decide to reread Nietzsche today instead of something relaxing? >_

Stolen survey answer fun

What revolution are You?
Made by altern_active

Hmm... pawns who fight to overthrow the king only to find themselves outflanked by a new generation of knighted pawns? Yeah, that sounds right.

Stolen survey answer fun

What revolution are You?
Made by altern_active

Hmm... pawns who fight to overthrow the king only to find themselves outflanked by a new generation of knighted pawns? Yeah, that sounds right.