I need a locker...

Correction: I NEEDED a locker.

Okay, since a lot of people are blogging about university stuff, well...I guess you can call suicide notes blogging about university stuff...oh nevermind! The point is: I'll blog too! (Actually I have to start working at 4:30 PM, and it's 4:10 PM now, which is bad...because work is evil! And I'm not even being paid!)

Well, the logic behind the locker is a place where I can place my books while running around campus. Then I had an even better idea, why not move into residence? It'll be a place to stuff my books (and possibly corpses) while I run around.

Well, since applications ended a while back, the next best thing was to run around campus with a luggage carry-er and a pack for my laptop.

The luggage thingy has all my texts too...

First day schedule (for all Mondays...I HATE MONDAY!)

9 - 10: Philosophy

11 - 12: Physics
12 - 1: Chemistry

3 - 5: Math

6 - 8: Biology

Count those subjects! 5! ALL 5 SUBJECTS IN ONE DAY! ALL LECTURES! OH GOD!

And I have 10 mins to run 1 KM between physics and chem...with the books.

Well I learned something on my first day of University: Never bring textbooks, unless you want to commit what I like to call: Academic Suicide.

I got home at 9:30 PM, but it isn't the time I care about, and really, the crazy squirrels don't bother me that much...hell, even giant meteor rocks falling from the sky thus ending all life as we know it doesn't even get a second glance...

It's the mass...THE MASS!

Worst, first day experience EVER.

You know those days when you just go all out having fun, and at the end of the day your ENTIRE (not just arms or chests people...climbing that roof required little footwork!) body aches, and then aches the next day, and possibly the week after?

Yeah...that's what I'm feeling...it hurts to just extend my arm...

Hey! 77% of the KH Final Mix Enigmatic Man fight done!

Man, there are some days I wished I'd move into residence...but if I needed residence I might as well have moved to the states!

Wait...no, that's just wrong...but still. I wish I had my giant locker called a room...that would've been nice...bet I can fit myself into that locker! HA!

[Author's note: Just because I like to leave notes at the end and not a P.S. anymore, yes I realize residence rooms are NOT lockers, yes I realize they should not be CONSIDERED lockers, no I will not drink any form of alcoholic beverage...yet.]