Save the cat!

Well, I'm all moved in to the Zeta Psi frat house. It's pretty awesome here, I just got invited to go drinking upstairs, which presumably I will do as soon as I'm done being antisocial on the interwebs.

It's nice here. Meals every day (starting Sunday), free fountain drinks, etc. My roommate moves in tomorrow, but moving in a day early makes everything less complicated (for instance, dibs means I get top bunk).

My schedule this semester is an art history class in Asian art, a contemporary physics class about the energy crisis, and three English classes. Believe it or not, even though I got a 4 on my English Lit AP exam,  I still have to take English 101 because UMD only accepts the English Language AP scores. Oh well, it's probably going to be a pretty easy class for me, and if I get an A I get to bypass the Professional Writing class all juniors have to take. The other two classes are a 300-level literature class and English 312, which is modern British literature. Fun stuff. Gogo English major.

Via con dios.

I'm in.

That's about it in terms of news.

Well, that's it for that semester. With any luck, I'll be in College Park next semester, and if not, maybe I'll get into St. Mary's next fall.

Damn, it feels nice not to have any homework to do. I can go to Columbia and play Resident Evil 2 all fracking night, man. Plus, David and Robert and possibly Billy will come down and rock out.

I've got to stay on myself about my writing, though. I've got to get some solid pieces in. If I'm any bit serious about doing this for a living, I've gotta have a few more chapters written for Lancet by the spring semester. Or a few chapters of another work. I think I'll shell out the trashy sci-fi before I move on to a more literary pursuit.

Also: farewell, Careers building. You were verily crucial to my existence last spring, and this past summer, too. T'anx.

I have a headache after eighteen hours of sleep.

Ow.

Hopefully I'll make use of myself this week, seeing as how classes are over.

Since I'm a member of the Linkin Park fan club (the LP Underground), I get the ability to order tickets before everyone else.

Since my stepmom and dad were looking for a nifty Christmas gift, I got tickets to the next Baltimore show.

Since I'm also on their Street Team, I'll be doing promotions for the show locally, and I might get on the meet & greet list.

Lucky me.

P.S. There's a package under the tree that looks suspiciously like a 360. >>crosses fingers<<