Yeah... so this week hasn't been entirely great so far, but I guess I can't complain too much.

Yesterday I read my schedule wrong and ended up in the wrong building... which was on teh other side of campus. Then in photography... The teacher wants to obliterate the film aspect of it. He only wants to use digital. And they haven't used color in so long I have to set up the room myself and I'll be the only person in the whole art department to use it. And even the teacher won't because "that stuff'll kill you." This guy's so out of touch with reality. He was telling us about this picture he saw called Aligator Bait. And he asked us if we knew what alligator bait was, and it was all I could do to not say "Steve Corwin's Baby." So then he describes this picture to use and it's just a row of black babies titled "Alligator Bait." So then he's like "Who's that crocidile guy? Steve Corwin? You always see him dangling chickens or something in frony of alligators... can you imagine him doing that with a little black baby?" Uhmm... He did it with his own little white baby, so what point exactly are you trying to make? Also... it's a 400 level class right? And it says "Prerequisite: 304 or instructors permission." Well I knew I hadn't taken 304, so I went in last quarter and got his permission. The other girl who was in there that day wasn't in class... so he must have scared her out. So... 15 people in this class... 3 had taken 304; 1 had gotten his permission. 3 had never had a photography class. Ever. And they get to stay in class even though they've never developed a picture on their own. Ever. Seriously. And on top of that... Talking about color film and all the processes... Yeah... I didn't get to my call for at least half an hour... well that got me a 10$ parkin ticket for "meter violation."

So yeah. That was yesterday. Then I go to SFCC band last night and learn they're doing a Big Band-Jazz theme this quarter... Grr. So I get home and the infamous Gayle Coffee, Supreme Being of PNW flute-playing, has called to scedule my time. Well I manage to get my time wrong. But don't realize until this morning. Which really sucked because I thought Ballroom dance was at 10, but it wasn't till 11... so I could have slept an extra hour.

But... Today was much better. Although there are about 10 guys in Ballroom dance... and about 60 girls... The hot one sat next to me. And talked to me. And asked me to dance with me Thursday. Mmmm...

Then I have to skip Swing dance to see Gayle Coffee. You have no idea all the stories about this woman... She taught my teacher, the flute counsoler at band camp, Jeff Carlson and Melissa Thompson... Everyone has had her... and nobody likes her... So I run to the music building... well walk uncomforatbly fast... and get to her "studio" Well... I'd been outside long enough... my fingers were all stiff... and clamy because I'm playing for the infamous Gayle Coffee. So I'm out of breath... and my nose keeps running because I'm sick and just ran around outside... So I have to play this solo I haven't even looked at since I went to Wyoming this summer... and of course it doesn't go very well because I haven't played it in like six months... and... Yeah... I just don't do well. But then all she said was I don't use enough air and I'm too quiet... and something about my embrochere or chin or something...

Band was all right. People really do like my picc playing. When we pulled out Rollo Takes a Walk, which I had to give the picc part to the Picc Nazi girl because I'm not going to Kalotus... Erin leaned over to me and said "Hmm... I bet the piccolo part is going to suck now." That made me feel good. I don't know what I do right with my picc playing... but I like getting complimented on it.  Man, and I felt better after SFCC last night when Melanie was going on and on about how she played this one song last year in high school... and then it gets to this big picc solor... and wow... she sucked it up... and the other front flutes just looked at each other. That's what you get for letting her sit up there. I have no sympathy for you because you were rude to me.

So then after band... I'm feeling crampy and I haven't gotten lunch yet, so I go to Carl's Jr... really hoping Bryan's not there... or if he is that Brandon's not there so I can be bitchy. So I pull up to the drive-thru and they ask for my order and I say "Sourdough Bacon Cheeseburger." And he says "What? I didn't understand that." And I say "Sourdough Bacon Cheeseburger." And he says "Oh, Okay." And I see on the little reader-board: BBQ Bacon Cheeseburger. So then I have to say "No, Sourdough bacon cheeseburger." So he fixes it and I pull up to the window... and it's Brandon... with no sign of Bryan... Yay. So that was fun. He was cute.

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