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Do not go here. It is an evil flash game of evil evilness, whereby you must grow and balance a tree-thing. Of evil. If you click the left side, you push it to the right, and visa versa. With the evil. And stuff.

I've gotten 31.7 feet so far...

Fun with Administration

This school is full of crap.

We're suppose to sign up for classes starting on Monday, so I emailed my 'advisor,' Dr. Xuan, about what classes I need to take to graduate and if I could meet him sometime for advising.

Now, in theory, our advisor is supposed to be one teacher who works with us through the four years, helping us pick classes to learn what we want to learn and still graduate on time. In practice, I have never met really with my advisor, who has changed at least once each year -- Xuan is just the latest instance. I met him once in his office at the beginning of the semester, to discuss how things are going with my education and such, and he (predictably) had little idea of what was going on at all. He didn't know what classes I'd taken, what classes I need to take, or even what classes were being offered! And he had a weak, cold-dead-salmon handshake. It was like holding a dead rat in my hand, but clammier and with less fur. Right off I don't trust a guy with a weak handshake.

So I send him this email, and he doesn't even reply to be, he just CCs me in a letter to his supervisor, Dr Meister (who was teaching here when my GRANDFATHER went through, should be dead, and looks the part) who's even more senile and not-with-it, asking HIM to find out what it is I need. And he doesn't even touch on meeting for advising!

It's all crap. They pass the buck off to people who are even more inept than they are, and nothing gets done! If I don't graduate because someone forgot to mention that I needed to take Engr124 or some shit, I'm going to be more than pissed off. It's one thing if I'm not learning anything here, it's quite another if they think I'm going to sit here for an extra semester or more because of their ineptitude!

Whatever, I'll register first for the things I know* I have to take, then for the classes I simply want to take, and we'll figure any errors out when we can.

*(and that's another thing! they gave us this flowchart freshman year, detailing what courses we need to take each semester to graduate. and they've changed the damn thing each semester! in fact, lest fall it said i was supposed to take csc365 this spring, and this spring it says i should have taken it last fall, and it isn't offered this semester!)

A Rant A Day Keep The Trolls At Play

So, here's my day, in a nutshell. Perhapse a rather large nutshell, true, but a nutshell none the less.

( Databases )

( Inbetween Stuff )

( Creative Writing )

( The Rant (not mine) )

( The Interview )

And now, I am starving, so I think I'm going to get food. Probably pasta or something. Whee.

Quote of the Day: If money grew on trees, you'd have to spend all your time raking. And no one likes raking.

The start of something...

Here the start of a little something I decided to do... I got bored with the book I was reading but didn't have anything yet to add tomy story, so... Maybe i'll flesh this out more once i decide exactly what sort of a relationship Dominic and Jeanine share...


"I don't think you quite understand the position you're in."

Dominic sat lounged in a leather armchair, his ankles crossed in front of him, fluted glass of red wine held aloft in his left hand. He swished the wine around in the glass, watching the crimson curtain that fell as the wave passed the sides of the glass, not watching the waif of a girl standing just the other side of the low mahogany coffee table.

She stood there, her thick hooded sweatshirt a darker grey on her shoulders and arms than around her waist, damp with the rain water that even now pelted the tall paneled windows looking out over the mansions gardens. Her hands we clenched into fists, white-knuckled and trembling. The poor girl trembled from head to sodden, sneaker-clad toe, dripping rainwater onto the thick Persian rug beneath her. Errant strands of mousy hair escaped her wet pony-tail, trailing down her pale cheek and across her brown eyes, which looked as if they would burn holes into him, if the could.

She was beautiful in the way only a woman flush with anger could be.

"Sit down, Jeanine." Dominic said, amiably. When she didn't move, he repeated, "Sit," stern, as a father might command a misbehaved child.

She blinked once, shocked, and then sat, her damp jeans coloring the sofa beneath her a deeper shade of red. Her hands her were still clenched into fists and her jaw set, but there was something more than anger behind her eyes now. There was fear.

"That's a good girl. You really should have thought about it first, dear, before barging in here and making demands of me – of me! In my own home! Such a foolish girl."

The windows rattled in the wind and rain, and the candles burning around the room, the only light, flickered in a slight draft.