Wednesday, March 10, 2004

I *despise* CTCS 191.

Okay, that's not true. I like the class a lot. I just don't like the written work. I've become a lazy English major - just make all of the midterms take-home, give me a week to do it, and I'll be a happy camper.

Even better, make everything due at the very end in a portfolio. This way I'll only know the horror of doing all of the assignments during one hellish week.

By the way, I never knew Sean was in my class - the things you learn from away messages. (Hi Sean!)

And Randi hates me now because I'm a goofball and sent all of my email at 12 this afternoon to "rstanford" instead of "rstanfor"... I'm an eejit. Just kill me. Much like that dream I had last night about the neverending review sheet.... and Randi actually did shoot me then.

Migraines bring on such weird dreams. Once I got to sleep, of course.