Good lord, what a week it has been. And everything that has been going on has apparently come to a head in the most interesting Thursday I’ve had in quite some time. I shall now present you with a chronological list of crap that has happened today, because I think it’s rather entertaining. Be prepared for a long blog.

Item the First: Test? Anxiety!
Ah, I can certainly tell that my body has adjusted to the near adrenaline-free experience of summer. My two regular tests and one surprise test today got to my “adapted to a stress-free environment” system and I got very physically ill about an hour after classes were over. What joy.
And I have no idea how I did on any of them. Relief will not come until I know.

Item the Second: The Statistics Department: Putting the “Mental” Back in “Departmental Competency” (or, “Help! I’ve Stumbled into Brink Hall and I Can’t Get Out!”)
Please note: the title of this item is in no way meant to be insulting to the statistics department. Quite the opposite, actually, so let me tell you the story.

Today after class (or rather, after I got sick after class) I went up to Brink Hall where I was told the statistics department was. My mission was simple—to see if I could change Math 160 to a pass-fail grading system so that I wouldn’t have to stress so freaking much about it (lazy, you say? Shut up, I’ve got 22 credits!). After wandering around Brink for about fifteen minutes trying first to find the stairs to the fourth floor and second to find the main room of the stats department on the fourth floor, I stumbled finally across the main office. The very nice and accommodating lady there listened while I tried to explain my situation (to which no answer could be found anywhere on the U of I website): can you take a class that is required for a minor as a pass/fail?

Well, she didn’t know the answer, so she looked it up. She looked it up in about ten different places. She couldn’t find it anywhere. So she called some people on the phone who were head of the department and explained my question.

Apparently, this question had never been asked before, because no one knew what the hell the answer was. Pretty soon there were five people in the room trying to figure stuff out. Finally, after about 45 minutes, the combined efforts of half the stats department guys and the registrar’s office comes up with solution: it’s up to the stats department. So the minor advisor basically tells me (after I tell him my plans for grad school) that he’ll let me change it to a pass/fail, but it would look rather suspicious on my transcript.

So after all that and after about ten minutes of me sitting there pondering my options, I finally decided to take future benefits over present gratification and stick with a letter-graded Math 160. What freaking joy.

Yeah, there was really no point in me telling that story.

Item the Third: In Which Nick is a Dork
So after the stats department fun, I ran into Nick on the way back to the dorms. We were walking back down the path from the library and we turned around and noticed that the sun was hitting both the library’s clock and the Memorial Gym in a funky way. Nick says, “nice,” and I go, “yeah, pretty. Scenic.” Of course, I say the word “scenic” without placing enough emphasis on the first syllable so that it is indistinguishable with the phrase “see, Nick?” So Nick’s all, “um, yeah I see it. What am I, blind?” And I look at him for a second and bust out laughing. “No,” I say. “Scenic. Like ‘picturesque.” So he starts laughing and we’re standing there like idiots laughing in the middle of the pathway. It was funny. At least for us.

Item the Fourth: SHOPPING LOL!!!11
I’m finally going to The Beach dressed as a female. Hey, there’s a first time for everything! I went to the mall tonight and spent $80 on clothes. Most I’ve ever spent at once on clothes. Corset, choker, skirt, shoes, makeup. Be afraid…be very afraid.

Item the Fifth: Freaking MSN Conversations!
Oh my goodness, I’ve had some of the most interesting MSN conversations I’ve ever had tonight. I had about six going at once at one point at night (about 10 o’clock) and I swear, five out of the six had about three things in common:

1. masturbation
2. sex
3. fetishes/disturbing fetishes/pizza (sorry, Maggie, sorry)

Wow. Probably the most interesting one was the conversation with Sean, in which he psychoanalyzed my sex life and my, well, issues with…things. I’m soooo tempted to post it, but I know he’d hurt me, mainly because of the fetish part. We stayed up until 4 in the morning talking about this stuff. He’s a genius, that’s all I have to say. And Maggie and the pizza…holy crap. And note to self—don’t get Nick started on sex. Just don’t. Best MSN conversations ever.

Yeah. Rundown of my day. Hope you liked it.