::sings Zelda Theme::

Well, after about 3 walks across the field on campus, I got work study.
I'm going to be working at the art gallery 2 hours a week. My job is to sit there and...Look at the paintings. Make sure noone breaks/takes them.
I'm still not done with this zelda style adventure. I'm on my way to the buisness office to get the papers to get my pay directly to my Johnson Account.

Shit, that reminds me...I need to tell my parents that rent is due tomorrow. I also need to tell dad that I have my third figured out, so he'll pay his. I have till the 9th to get that taken care of. I wonder...cause I have my way of paying for it, but I won't have it right away...and my Temp clearance for classes runs out on the ninth...Can I talk to buisness or financial aid about a payment plan?
::slaps self::
of course I can. It's what Van Weilder did, standard payment form.
'You mean...We didn't have to...'
'but aren't you glad we did???'
Hopefully I won't have to screw anybody to get that done.

Also started a really short story today.
Something my creative writing teacher said brought on a slew of tangenting thoughts so I wrote it down. It's interesting, and for once I look at a piece of writing i'm doing/did and think 'Brilliant'
the story is done, but i'm going to make it longer. Just some details, descriptions. Problem is that if i'm not writing it as it's comming to me, then it doesn't sound natural.

::looks directly to right::
OOO
ClIMBING WALL SCHEDUAL!!!
Schaweet...

now for the bad news...
My uncle's card was declined at the online bookstore. So I'm still bookless.
::tear::
ok, ONWARD
::whistles epona's song, pony appears, rides away::