I am in santa cruz now.
I dont know my adress.
and ...
My classes have decided to become un-registered. so that's gonna be a special pickle. now I get to go to campus and try to make some sense of it, and maybe like, actually finally type out my frigging major and get it done. and that's what I need to do. wuuuu isn't that rad.
although my bed is pretty pimp. huzzah!
uh. it's really hot. I"m gonna go on campus and see karen. this should be interesting. yar!
uh. this sucks. but it's not too unexpected.
I'm sure I have my class schedual printed out somewhere.
especially in my livejournal or something. blarg1!!!!!
