So no UTEP for me, not this year anyway. Unfortunate. I was really hoping for it.

Interestingly I am not bitter at all. When I got rejected from TFA my immediate reaction was "yeah well they suck anyway and I hate them and they're stinky and whatever nyeh nyeh nyeh." I can't actually get mad at UTEP or hold a grudge against them. I figure if they rejected me I'm probably not the right fit for them, but I still think they're a totally awesome program.

And on that note, major congratulations to Annemarie, Cindy, and Sasha, all of whom got the less lame version of the letter I did.

Labels: lame, utep

So I rolled over and saw the clock at 8:50 this morning for a 9am Semantics class. Seeing as it takes me about 15 minutes to pull myself together if I really rush (yeah, I know that's a long time) and 20 to 25 minutes to walk to campus, I decided to stay in bed.

Missing class was totally not my fault. My iPhone just turned two on Christmas, and it is starting to get super buggy. It will do things like go on silent even when the switch is clearly flipped to, well, not silent. When you try to make a Genius playlist it just takes you to the home screen. Also sometimes when you listen to music it will just play a few seconds of a song, then do the same with the next song, then the next, till it finds one it likes. Today, new bug: alarm clock doesn't go off. It was set for 7:15, plenty of time to snooze, shower, and take my time getting ready, and even get out the door in time to catch the bus instead of walk. But no, iPhone fail.

(As a side note, how do you correctly start a sentence with the word iPhone? Or iMac or iPod or whatever? If I just wanted to say "iPhone fail." iPhone fail? Do I really leave that i lower-case?)

Anyway, it's amazing how missing class - something I would usually be excited to do - is upsetting me majorly. I don't feel guilty; iPhone fuck-ups not my fault and I'm not taking the blame. I just feel shitty. I mean, I actually wanted to go to class for one thing. It's only the second class of the quarter (i.e. the first real class), I actually did the readings but didn't understand them too well and would like to have heard the lecture, and hell, it's just an interesting class.

On top of wanting to go and not getting to, I think I'm mostly upset by not getting a choice in the skipping class process. When I actively choose to skip class sometimes I feel really guilty, other times I feel awesome - like I totally deserved the break. Either way though, I feel some sense of agency. So I guess this just sucks the same way anything sucks when you don't get a choice in the matter.

And, I have to admit, a little part of me is saying I should have gone anyway and just been half an hour late. That part of me feels crazy guilty, because it's responsible for all the rest of the crappiness that I'm feeling.

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In closing, is this picture of an alpaca creepy or cute?

Labels: alpacas, lame, school, semantics