Must get mine ass in gear

I have Dumbass Chemistry in twenty minutes, have yet to dry my hair, and what am I doing? Playing with livejournal.

It's evil! Addictively evil! The worst kind.

Long day ahead. I hate long days. The up side of said long day: by the end of it, I'll have a living space for next year. Housing lottery is at 4:30 -- woo! May not get a single as I had hoped, but I will definitely get an apartment, which is cool, even if I do have to share a room. My roommate's really cool anyway, so it's no big deal.

Watched Roswell last night and my reaction: eh. Kind of stopped caring. Not good.

Ooh! Must go! Will be late for class and get dirty look from professor, which I hate!

Rage against the dying of the light

If my monitor can comprehend what I'm typing, I hereby order it to obey my subject line! It's dying, slowly, growing dimmer and dimmer by the day. Does anyone know what monitors go for nowadays? The one I've got now is a Compaq MV400. I'd kill for a laptop, but my finances won't stand for it. Maybe someone will come into some wealth and give me a super-extravagant birthday present come June 11. Wouldn't that be nice?

So, the housing lottery is over. Woo! We got an apartment with four singles, which is mad cool, since we're all going to be writing a thesis, and it'll be nice to have our own space. Even though the bedrooms are kind of small. But my own room! Exciting! Very cool.

I have a bigass headache, so I'm going to go self-medicate and then haul butt over to the dining hall.