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My next class is in two hours. *sigh* So, the verdict on all my classes thus far? Awesome, with a hint of trepidation in regards to Digital Rhetoric. There are only three assignments in that class, and it's to make three webpages. My html is amateur, at best, so that's going to take some work and some luck, but I think it'll turn out okay.

It's so fucking hot out all the time, oh my god. My dorm is a ten minute walk from the center of campus, which is where all my classes are. This is why having my bike comes in handy.

Later tonight I'm going to have to go out to the bookstore to get my books, and then go to Waterford to possibly look for a cheap pair of jeans. I'm sick of having so few that I have to cycle through them over and over.

I'm starving. I think I'm going to go make myself some pad thai.

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OH MY GOD, UCF SHUTTLE DRIVERS. THE ENGINEERING BUILDING IS NOT NEAR THE MEALPLAN. IN FACT, THEY ARE A TEN MINUTE WALK FROM EACH OTHER. SO WHEN YOU TELL ME THAT YOUR NEXT STOP IS THE FUCKING ENGINEERING BUILDING, WHY DO YOU TAKE ME TO THE MEALPLAN AND MAKE ME RUN TO MY CLASS AND BE TEN MINUTES LATE YOU FUCKING FUCK MOTHERFUCKER!?

On the plus side, I saved some tiny frogs that were smaller than my pinky fingernail. They were smaller than my baby frogs. That is really fucking small, guys. They were barely a centimeter long. They looked like beetles. People would have stomped on them if I hadn't saved them! (In the rain. By scooping them into my umbrella. While it was raining on me. I must really love animals.)

And some guy tried to pick me up! He was all "Hey, do you like this class?" And unsuspecting me "Yeah, I do," and "Oh, I'm a lit major," to his "I'm a creative writing major, what are you?" And then there was "Oh, I was a digital media major until I realized that I hated programming and what are you doing tonight?" Long, baffled pause as the gears in my head work. "...Probably...hanging out with my boyfriend." "Oh, well, okay, bye."