Oh god!

[alexmegami]

Okay, so I'm going to stab my brain out through my eyes, because I have the first line to "Ice Cream" stuck in my head, and, completely aside from it being a dumb song, it's sung by Sarah McLachlan. So yeah. Brain. Through. Eyes.

I have filled out this Plan Modification form about six different times, and still haven't gotten any closer to actually switching departments. I wish I was not a huge wimp and would get off my butt and call the Registrar's Office, but I am and so I'm not. *eyes the form*

Apprehension is such a great feeling.

I HATE PHONES.

Robert and Daddy are evil. *whine* They are making fun of me for checking if I could call. But but... it's long distance! And... *whine*

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Okay. So. Called Registrar's Office (evil evil and more evil) and was transferred through to the English Department, where I got someone's voice mail (Professor MacArthur... Fantasy teacher's husband. Heh.) and so... hopefully... he will call me back. *stares at phone in TERROR*

So much... with the fear.

But, I got off my butt and did something! Be proud.

Who needs alcohol when you have copious amounts of coffee?

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[quatch.livejournal.com]

Having just gone through much the same, Congratulations on beating legarthy and all ;) I'm sure they'll accept you.