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Oct. 17th, 2003 06:16 amI can just tell that today's one of those days when I really need an IV drip of caffine to get me going. My alarm goes off, I think, I'll turn it off and go back to bed... I almost grabbed a decaf soda out of the fridge. Put my shirt on backwards and didn't figure it out for a minute or two. Before that, I almost put the deoderant away as soon as I'd picked it up. You know, before using it.
School is still boring, except for places where it's starting to suck.
We did Excel (the first of three labs, damnit) in Computer Idiocy this week. I hate Excel. Fucking formulas...I copied this one out of the book, and it gives me some damned error message. Then it says, "Did you mean...?" And I swear to you it was letter for letter, character for character, the same goddamn thing I typed in!
It's all my teacher's fault anyway. He keeps reprinting his damned course schedule, so I have about six copies of it. Looked at the wrong one, and did a harder assignment than I had to. Fuck.
He gave us another one, so I tossed out all of the others. But still- come on, dude, stop fixing the typos. We're at midterms here, just go with it.
A friend of mine pointed me to a really cool little link, which is my excuse for not getting more done yesterday:
http://www.heromachine.com
It generates images of characters based on some stuff you tell it. Not as many options as I'd like, and it only works if your characters are pretty much human, but it's sort of addicting.
Anyway, I know some of you folks on my friends list are gamers, and the rest of you tend to write a lot of stuff, so I thought...might come in usefull. Plus, share the addiction, you know?
I got a notice in the mail from City College about my registration for spring. I get to register on November 6, according to them. Riiight. Disabled students promised me the last week of October, and I'll get it one way or another.
Of course, I have to take my idiot councelor "proof of disability", because the fucking morons lost my file last semester. I really, really want a way to make them sorry they ever pulled this stunt, but I can't think of anything that wouldn't get me into trouble. I was tempted though, when I asked my eye doctor's office for a letter, to ask them to have everyone who's seen me in the last year sign it. The guy I didn't like, too.
I mean, hello! It's me. I'm blind in one eye, and the other- can you say Issues? And you'd think, from all this, that I was lots of trouble for disabled students or something. I'm not. Practically the only thing I ever ask them to help me out with is the priority registration. And suddenly I can't even have that?
I don't think so. With the crazy budget cuts and all, general registration is a mess, and most everyone walks away disappointed. I know people who don't have the benefit of priority reg, who ended up with some really strange classes this semester because they just couldn't get anything else. I refuse to be in that group, not when I've got the right to something better.
I hate my councelor. I do. She's kind of wishey-washy and a tiny bit dense, and she doesn't know me well enough to know that my eyes are my only real issue. Meaning I'm not retarded, but thanks for playing anyway. But I'm probably the first person she's seen in a while who doesn't have that stuff going on- all the smart visually impaired people, including most of the ones I used to know, went off to real college if they went anywhere at all.
School is still boring, except for places where it's starting to suck.
We did Excel (the first of three labs, damnit) in Computer Idiocy this week. I hate Excel. Fucking formulas...I copied this one out of the book, and it gives me some damned error message. Then it says, "Did you mean...?" And I swear to you it was letter for letter, character for character, the same goddamn thing I typed in!
It's all my teacher's fault anyway. He keeps reprinting his damned course schedule, so I have about six copies of it. Looked at the wrong one, and did a harder assignment than I had to. Fuck.
He gave us another one, so I tossed out all of the others. But still- come on, dude, stop fixing the typos. We're at midterms here, just go with it.
A friend of mine pointed me to a really cool little link, which is my excuse for not getting more done yesterday:
http://www.heromachine.com
It generates images of characters based on some stuff you tell it. Not as many options as I'd like, and it only works if your characters are pretty much human, but it's sort of addicting.
Anyway, I know some of you folks on my friends list are gamers, and the rest of you tend to write a lot of stuff, so I thought...might come in usefull. Plus, share the addiction, you know?
I got a notice in the mail from City College about my registration for spring. I get to register on November 6, according to them. Riiight. Disabled students promised me the last week of October, and I'll get it one way or another.
Of course, I have to take my idiot councelor "proof of disability", because the fucking morons lost my file last semester. I really, really want a way to make them sorry they ever pulled this stunt, but I can't think of anything that wouldn't get me into trouble. I was tempted though, when I asked my eye doctor's office for a letter, to ask them to have everyone who's seen me in the last year sign it. The guy I didn't like, too.
I mean, hello! It's me. I'm blind in one eye, and the other- can you say Issues? And you'd think, from all this, that I was lots of trouble for disabled students or something. I'm not. Practically the only thing I ever ask them to help me out with is the priority registration. And suddenly I can't even have that?
I don't think so. With the crazy budget cuts and all, general registration is a mess, and most everyone walks away disappointed. I know people who don't have the benefit of priority reg, who ended up with some really strange classes this semester because they just couldn't get anything else. I refuse to be in that group, not when I've got the right to something better.
I hate my councelor. I do. She's kind of wishey-washy and a tiny bit dense, and she doesn't know me well enough to know that my eyes are my only real issue. Meaning I'm not retarded, but thanks for playing anyway. But I'm probably the first person she's seen in a while who doesn't have that stuff going on- all the smart visually impaired people, including most of the ones I used to know, went off to real college if they went anywhere at all.
