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I had some more classes yesterday, and they were pretty cool. My philosophy teacher managed to say bullshit about eighty times and the economics guy said that he randomly picks people once a week and takes them to the teacher’s dining room for lunch (you know, the place with lobster, waiters, and gold plates).

But that’s not the really exciting thing. What’s exciting is the incredible amount of credit hours I’ll have pretty soon. Thanks to AP tests, I got eleven (Art History, US Government, Calc. 1) and I’m in the process of getting six for English due to my 790 on the SAT II. And that’s not all…hopefully my Psych. and US History classes will transfer from Lindenwood and SLU, possibly adding twelve more hours. So, when it’s all said and done, I could have 29 credit hours sometime this semester. Add in the 34-36 hours I plan on taking this year and I’ll be a junior next fall. Yay for me.

I didn’t really have any homework to do, so at around midnight, I went to the student center with some of the guys and set a new record for chugging Frappucinos (two in ten seconds). Then Jerry and I hung out with some girls in their dorm room until they kicked us out at 3:30. I really need to work on this sleeping thing.

Classes started today…not to much to say about them – there were four people in my Politics & Literature class; Economics was a recitation and, it being the first day of class, there was nothing to do, so it lasted an entire seven minutes. It was a pretty damn boring morning, to tell you the truth.

I skipped both breakfast and lunch today, so I called Angie around 5:00 to see if she wanted to go eat dinner. She had a late lunch and wasn’t hungry, but told me to come over anyway. So I went over and talked to her while she cleaned her room. I even got some water and chips out of it.

Also, I managed to wash and dry clothes all by myself at ten o’clock at night. I was mighty proud of myself for that one.

Oh, this just happened…a girl in the next dorm over wanted her bed lowered, so I went over there with three other (bigger) guys to help out. Somehow, I (the scrawny boy) was the only one that could pull the bastard frame apart. So now I’m Tom “The Midwest Beast” Steele.

Well, that just fucking sucked…I had everything typed exactly how I wanted it to be and my computer decided to screw up. I’m too lazy to type it again, so here’s my weekend in under 10 words: parties, drunk girl, sucky band, parties, hall frisbee, parties.

It is now 7:56 a.m. and I woke up over thirty minutes ago. This after going to sleep at 2:30. Obviously, this shouldn’t warrant a journal entry, but I’m proud of myself.

I’m at Lehigh and you’re not. Unless, of course, you go to Lehigh. Today was move-in day, so here’s the rundown:

I had to wake up butt-early and drive to school, then unload everything and put it in my room. Fun times. It took me a couple hours to unpack and sort and put away stuff. After that, I went to the bookstore and purchased books for three of my four classes (the Politics in Literature books (all eight of them) weren’t in yet). One calc book, three economics books, and six books for philosophy – $357.45. So now I’m poor; send me money.

Anyway, after that, I kicked my dad out and went to the Arts Center so I could learn about private instrument lessons. It sounds like they’re really going to suck ass, since I’ll get a letter grade (which I don’t believe in for non-academic subjects) and also have to perform in front of at least one hundred people (yeah, they actually put that many people in the audience). Plus some of those people that have taken lessons for twice as long as me can really put me to shame.

Dinner was next, but I wasn’t hungry, so I just drank a lot of Dr. Pepper.

I put the finishing touches on my room after that (translation: I hung up posters and pictures until I ran out of pushpins) and then our Gryphon (the hall helper guy person) explained just how much of a dickweed he is (actually, he just listed all of the rules of my dorm).

A really cool hypnotist was performing a little later, so I watched that for an hour (he was really, really good – better than the one at Tradition) and then my friend Angie and I went to a cafe-type place to have our palms read. The line was too long, though, so we ended up just walking around for awhile. I took her back to her dorm and hiked all the way home (my dorm is part of the “West Boofoo” campus). So here I am…I think I’m headed to bed…yeah, sounds good.