Mr. McDreamy

It's been a long couple days and I think i have finally gotten caught up...on sleep that is.

I have finally settled into my new dorm and things are going well here. Sometimes it is loud in the hallway but by 11pm it's quiet enough that it isn't really a problem. Plus i have the most amazing fan in the whole world which blocks out a majority if not all the noise in my new digs.

Being so near everything is also a major plus, i don't have to get up really early to run to class even though i still manage to to run a little late. Plus i live write across the street from a coffee shop...what more could a girl ask for.

Surprisingly my ex-roommates were pretty miffed that i didn't tell them i was moving. The day of the move i received a email from 2 of my ex-roommates asking what the hell had happened: Did they do anything wrong? Why didn't i tell them i was moving? Yadda yadda yadda.

Seeing that i was only there a week i didn't think they would care that i moved. I didn't make an expression on them...I stayed in my room, remained out of sight, and only spoke to them a couple of times. Either way they didn't take the move as well as i was expected and i had some explaining to do.

Without being totally rude i just explained that Elliot Hall was a dorm i had my eye on for a while and when i found out there was a room available i took it. Short and Sweet. I don't know if they bought it but whatever i'm out of the place with my sanity intact and that's all that matters.

After the BIG MOVE i have basically been running around campus trying to sort things out. I hate coming back to school because the first few weeks are always the hardest. I've dropped some classes, added some classes, re-dropped some classes, had to then go to the dean to get re-added in a class. I was simply exhausted after Wednesday and spent the majority of labor day weekend curled up in my blanket watching various marathons. It was heaven

One of the reasons for the adding/dropping class fiasco is because ever since i changed my major i've had to make sure that i fulfill all the requirements so i can graduate in may/summer.

Unfortunately because i changed my major so late i have to take a buttload of classes i never intended to take and there is no way that i can take all those classes before may. So last week i was attempting to rearrange my schedule like crazy.The thought of taking 2 writing classes along with my 3 English classes freaked me out a bit, so i was going to drop one(of the writing classes) but at the last minute changed my mind. Then i moved on Wednesday so i forgot all about dropping something other than my 2 writing classes ( i really wanted to drop this film class i am taking) and figured i would just re-adjust my schedule on Thursday. Unfortunately Wednesday was the last day we could add/drop a class...so now i am stuck. It's a little frustrating and overwhelming but at this point there is nothing i can do about it.

The two writing classes are vastly different. One is creative writing(short stories and poetry) class with this huge macho ex-football player teacher who i suspect is a big teddy bear. His name is Mr. Wright and he made this extremely lame joke about his wife marrying Mr. Right. No one laughed but the fact that he could be that intimidating physically and make such a stinker of a joke makes him alright in my book. Unfortunately the first 6 weeks of this class is devoted to writing poetry, i barely can read the stuff without wanting to jump out of the nearest window so having to write it is daunting.

Today we had our first workshop where we had to write a poem about a tradition that our family does. Luckily i had the whole weekend to work on this thing and it came out pretty good. My group really like my first attempt at a poem ( it was about running in the rain) and i felt damn good about it ...though i am still dreading the other 10 poems i have to write before the semester is over.

The other writing class is with Mr. McDreamy. This man is the most gorgeous non celebrity i have seen in my whole entire college career. He has that sensitive artist thing going on and it's driving me insane. I mean it isn't a conventional hottness but kind of disheveled "i listen to DMB all through college" sort of thing. But you can't help but appreciate his face. It's amazing.

Unfortunately he is the most boring teacher i have had in my whole entire life. The hot face can only get him so far. He has no idea how to teach, i mean he stands up there, makes references to books i've never read and looks at his watch hoping that the 50 minutes is up. It's literally like watching a comedian bomb on stage, and i'm just waiting for his set to end so i can go.

I think he's a little nervous. I was kind of hoping he would command the classroom like my extremely hott teacher from last semester (who recently saved me from a psycho elevator: details later) but so far he is falling a little short. A lot short. I think i may have fell asleep in class the other day and a snore erupted from my noise. It's that bad.

Time to sleep, i have a crap load of things to do before Thursday and i've started none of them. Procrastination at best.