on Class Registration

I almost hoped that the online portal would crash, just so I could effectively argue out my case that class registration in the wee hours of the morning should be outlawed, taxed, exiled, shot.

Class registration is one of the most effective ways to INCREASE my blood pressure.

I need my sleep and my sanity, and this entire process strips me of both. Although there is some degree of satisfaction when you actually register for the classes that you need (not even the ones that you want at your preferred times), though hardly ever the case.

I question my moral propensities by my reactions to situations like these. Must I conform to my own will...

Please feel free to cease reading; everything after this is just my rambling, it's not even a logically constructed rant.

So now I'm just sitting here, in doldrums, the middle-aged spread because I cannot go back to sleep after such a time as this; both the bookstore and library are closed so I cannot do my homework (never bought the book) (have to print out my homework from the library anyways and the library was closed yesterday too); and the Caf has not opened yet.

If I was to pursue being one of those self-starter, I'm going to go for a 5 mile run before my morning class! type of people this very morning, I might actually die. I've already memorized enough pi and poems to keep me going for a few hours, and I read all of my leisure books yesterday.

Coffee on the quad to welcome the new day with the birds chirping it is. Now, if I could only get some decent coffee, or tea. Everything is closed at this time of morning. A Wallmart run is needed, but I just can't bring myself to it. Maybe I could join an "Early Risers of Birmingham Club" or something. My employer is really going to like me when I show up for work this morning during convo hour and I'm already beat, but strung out on caffeine. Such a great start after a replenishing weekend.

My subtleties often leave people confused. Please, let me explain:


At least I'm consistent with the whole "dreading waking up" theme. I don't want to go back to bed because I dread the very fact of getting up (because Tuesdays are terrible days), going through the painstaking routine and realization that my slumbers have been stolen, again, and I can't live in my own little dream world full of Renaissance Art tours and olive grove frolicking forever.

So here I am with Joe, a cup of, that is.