July 31st, 2008

caffiene happy


So. Things that are freaking us out today:

1. Moving. 'Nuff said, I think. *shudder*

2. SCHOOL. FUCKING SCHOOL. The class registration system is pretending I have no pre-reqs, presumably because I am presently classified as "unclassified." Got ONE CLASS yesterday at the beginning of my enrollment slot, was refused entry into the others because of major restrictions.

And SFU of course can't just SAY "major restrictions" like the rest of the world, they had to have a four-cell table explaining how I "do not meet seat reserve capacity requirements." I mean, WHAT? WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN? Of course I know what it means now, but by the time I'd figured it out, the entire English department had gone home for the day.

So this morning I will use the meager time between clearing security at the airport and actually boarding the plane telephoning a) a general academic advisor, b) the registrar's office, and/or (god I hope it's OR) c) the departmental advisor. Presumably I must simply go back on record as being an English Major (I blame Rodney for the automatic capitalisation there, IT'S NOT MY FAULT, and neither are the caps), but I desperately hope I don't have to do it like last time, i.e. make one appt. with a general advisor, make another appt. with an advisor, make yet another appt. with the departmental advisor, wait a week and a half. I am hoping it is simply a matter of clicking something. (It's actually worse, knowing more or less how this works, since I do it at work all day. Change of program should not take a week and a half. That's stupid, and also, I have a bloody Bachelor's Degree, I can be an English Major again if I want, so there.

I may cry at them. We'll see. Either way I may or may not be screwed for Fall classes by the time I board the plane. Y'know, just so you're all warned. The freak-out, she is a'coming.

3. Wow, I'm getting on a plane for the third time in two weeks. And I haven't slept since yesterday! Whee! Honestly, we were packing up a few last things, the apartment is more or less in order, and by the time we were done it was after 4AM and it seemed a little pointless, especially since I had to take my bed apart before I leave this morning.

Which I'm doing in... *checks watch* fifteen minutes?

Oh, gods. Kill me now. I am losing my mind.

Torontonians, expect me around 6PM, probably. I think.


Pretty cool thing: YVR finally has seen the light, has gotten free wifi going, hooray. Is once again best airport in universe.

Unbelievably stupid thing: forgot my laptop cord. Sainted roomie investigating FedExing to see if it is a waste of time (now really wishing I had bought an Eee PC day before yesterday instead of being mature and showing restraint, blech). Now have beautiful, Atlantified Compaq Presario V2000 with approximate battery life of wet brick.

Good, wonderful, excellent, fantastic thing: got Departmental Advisor ON FIRST TRY. This is MIRACLE, this is SIGN FROM ON HIGH, this is I have no idea what, but YAY.

Kind of un-cool thing: Have four-day schedule.

Sort-of-evening-out-thing: only one late day, Thursday (2:30PM-9:20PM), and all other days are 2:30PM-4:20PM, so can work part of day almost every day and all day Friday. Weekends are going to stop being fun, but I can handle that, have had worse schedules, and possibly can swap when I get home and have reliable internet access. At least now can negotiate loans without fear of reprisal.

Gnawing Hunger Thing: SO. HUNGRY. Getting up in a minute to forage. Not much in domestic departures past security, but was desperate to get to gate to sit down, plug in laptop, and call Departmental Assistant (as above, only partially successful).

God So Sleepy Thing: But! Can now eat food, take drugs, and sleep whole flight without freaking out, because if disaster occurs during move, am elsewhere and not responsible (i.e. I am not there to make whole thing worse by freaking out). Sainted mother and sainted littlest sisters also helping, as well as sainted best friend. Sainthood going like hotcakes. Nutritious and delicious.

Duh Thing: Brain finally succumbing to fatigue and melting out of ears. Durrrrrrrr.

Board in an hour. May nap. Will see.