Oh god!

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?

Yay!

So guy Mc. Waterloo guy called me back, told me he'd e-mail me the address to send the Plan Modification form to... Yay!

In two weeks plus however long, I will (probably) be an English (RPW) student.

Dance!