*dances like whoa*

WE FOUND A PROFESSOR! WE FOUND A PROFESSOR!

Now all we have to do is get the committee to okay the house!
YES! YES!

::EDIT BEFORE CHEM TEST::
A little elaboration on that last post.

Well, first. I think my grades are going to turn out a lot better this semester. I'm doing a lot stronger in japanese and bio, and as long as I resist the urge to blow off my seminar class because I hate it, I should be fine, because it's not actually that difficult. So as long as I do REALLY well in thos classes, chem shouldn't matter. Well, I do have to pass it, of course. But.

So more on the house, because I know I haven't told all of you the full story. Our campus owns a ton of houses in the neighborhood, and you can get into them in the lottery, but upperclassmen get first pick, so it can be hard to get in that way. The other way is to start a "Theme House," which is pretty much what is sounds. A group of students with common interests get together, form a house, get a Professor to back them up that it's educational, and do at least four activities a semester. Hell, they give you money to fund the activities. >.>

So my friends and I last semester were joking around about making one, and we recently decided that we're actually going to. So I got the job of being in charge of Comic House. And we finally got a prof, so now we can turn in our application and go in for the interview. We have the house we want picked out. It has one double and three singles, so Sarah and I will be roomies, and everyone else will get a single. Assuming we get the house. >.>

I'm excited! I'll have a kitchen!

...On a less satisfying note, my aunt just called:
"We're not coming up this weekend."
me: *thinking- then why the FUCK did I work my ass off to get stuff done?* "Oh, okay. Are you still sending me my stuff?"
Fam: "I'm sending you some stuff, yes, but not your flute. I couldn't find it."

That's the only fucking thing I wanted. *sighs* Evidently it's packed up. She was the one who packed it. It's just too much effort to get it for me.

Oh, at least she finally ordered my contacts for me. After three fucking months. I have asked her once a month since Novemeber if she would call the Drs. office and do it for me, because between the time zone differences and my classes, I can NEVER. GET. AHOLD. of them. This month she told me yes instead of "no, you need to do it for yourself." (Yes, I'll go ahead and skip classes so I can get my contacts. No fucking thank you.)

*sighs again* off to chem now. I wish this day would decide what the hell it felt like being.