#012411

01242011: Picture day.

01252011: An iPhone for the most important girl.

01262011: Singing.

01272011: Taking care of my girlfriend.

01282011: ALWAYS TOGETHER.

01292011: Checking e-mails.

Today was the first day of classes. I'm concerned that I won't be able to make it into a couple of classes that I need... Financial Aid requires that I take a minimum number of units so that they'll give me my grants, and I'm wary that I'm toeing that line too closely. Stress number one.

Today was actually a pretty good day, for me (academic issues aside). I woke up early, feeling rested, ate a small but good breakfast, and had lunch with Paul* because everyone else was busy with class and whatnot. We were later joined by Jessica* and Paul*#2 (who from now on will be "Paulie*"), however. I told them a bit about my plans last night with my boyfriend, John*, and barely was listened to, as per usual. I had to practically run to the next class (that I am not yet actually enrolled in), so I left a bit early, and went.

After the first section, I had a few minutes before the next one, so I went and looked into on-campus counselling. I first went into the campus health center, where they directed me to the student relations building. When I found the room I was looking for, there was a sign saying "Back in 5 Minutes" so I waited. The guy returned, and when I explained my situation and asked him about it, he exuded this attitude of not-caring and half-heartedly directed me to a student-run counselling group. I went to the psychology building to check it out, but the room was basically a computer lab, so I got a bit anxious and left.

I stopped by the next section of the class I'm hoping to get into, signed up, and left. By then, I didn't want to go back to my dorm (for a whole new reason I'll explain later), so I stopped by Paul*'s room and hung out there for a bit, before another friend, Jon* stopped by (this is not my boyfriend, who is John). We eventually decided to go on an adventure to KFC for food and make a stop at a nearby medical marijuana dispensary because Jon* and Paul* wanted to smoke, and the latter has a card.

That was a fun little adventure, and on the walk back, we were discussing a range of topics (because when two out of three people are stoned, how can you not?) which eventually came to my thoughts of transferring to another university-- specifically the one that John* goes to (I'll go more into this thought process later; this entry is getting very long and overly-detailed). Paul* really made me think hard about going vs. staying, which is frustrating, considering how set I was on going during break. Plus, I only have six more days to submit the application...

Eventually, I wound up back in my dorm for a few moments before Jessica* from lunch facebook IM'ed me about hanging out at her room upstairs. I stayed there for a couple of hours, chatted a bit, and came back down here, into the dungeon.

It is now 12:06am, and I'm thinking that trying to sleep wouldn't be the worst idea at the moment. So thanks for listening, Diary. I'll try to make these more brief-- or at least less superfluously-detailed-- in the future.

Good night.