The Irony Of College

I have decided there is quite a bit of irony in college. For instance, I need to skip class so I can get my four year class schedule approved. However, miss too much class, you fail. Which means your four year schedule is absolutely useless. And it is my first year advisor who must approve the next four years of my life. And a first year advisor is not your advisor for your entire first year. No, they give you a different advisor after your first semester is over. Odd.

On another note, I am having a party of one in celebration of finding my iPod cord today, complete with canned mac and cheese and granola bars. Although Dave too might be celebrating. Dave would be the guy whose cord I have been borrowing for the past month. He is not quite rid of me, yet, seeing as how I come to his and Jerry's room to watch t.v, since I myself do not own one.

As I sit here I happen to be looking at my lighter, and isn't it a shame that cigarettes are so hazardous to a girl's health? I miss holding that little cancer stick. It was... calming. I think this is something only another smoker would ever understand. It is so tempting to go down to the nearest WalMart and buy a pack, but I will perservere. After all, I do not wish to go through the removal of my esophagus as my grandfather did. No, thank you!

Ah, well. Time for my party. Hmm, I believe I will go with the musical theme "All Things Fun." Which basically means a lot of country and southern rock with a little techno thrown in, just to spice things up

Type to you later!
Kait