Current mood:	dead on its furry ears
Current music:	KT Tunstall - Other Side of the World

...whimper.
So I've been up and running since 7 am, and since 7 am, I've attended six classes, scheduled three different doctor's appointments (different doctor-types, obviously), canceled my pre-law certificate, scheduled an appointment with my planning advisor, transferred a prescription, attended two Fellows meetings and one Teach for America meeting, eaten a fairly full meal, and did like 30+ pages of history meeting for my midterm on Thursday, which---I shit you not---nobody knew was Thursday. Yeah.

I just got home. And of course I update instead of dying on my bed, which, at this point, I'm not even sure I have the energy to do. -_-;;

I'm dropping a class; I absolutely cannot deal with seven classes in one semester. I've done 19 hours before, but not with freaking seven classes, and definitely not with ~14 kids to Fellow (we hope---I'm still not sure who's been moved to where yet). And definitely not with a senior thesis baring sharp pointy little teeth at me.

So Econ is getting the boot. Again. You'd think I would've learned something the first time I dropped this class. ::fistshake:: Before I graduate, I swear. Hell, I don't really have a choice.

In summary, IS is too damn confusing, and Chinese history is too long, and Chinese is too depressing, and my thesis is too intimidating, and African drumming is too... um, African, and it totally figures that the only classes that I'm really enjoying right now are the English classes. God I'm studying the wrong thing.

BUT!---KT Tunstall makes it all better. Especially KT Tunstall harmonizing with herself (seriously, go watch that). My god, the fangirl in me just fainted a little. Eye to the Telescope is not a brilliant album by any means---Tunstall's sense of lyricism is kind of non-existant---but her vocal conviction makes me hum inside. XD

Oh, and in other news, it is such a bad year to start getting interested in football, but I have to admit: football is, in fact, pretty damn interesting, and not in an eye-rolling sense, either. I was dragged yawning and stumbling to the Iowa/Iowa State game this past weekend, and yes, I screamed and kind of jumped up and down when we made that first touchdown. The telly does not do the sport any kind of justice, really.

On that note, go ponder the definition of "art" while I go pass out a little.