It's 11:49, and I feel like I have truly accomplished nothing today. Well, that's not entirely true. I took a math midterm and read a story about a yellow dwarf in European Folklore. I also made six giant signs and posted them around my room about paying my speeding ticket that I got on my way home from A&M. It was sort of jerkish that the State Trouper pulled me over on a country road, but he did ticket me for much lower than I was going, and for that, I am very grateful. Why was I speeding? Because the ride was boring and I was in a hurry to start my homework. Was it right? No. I used to be a teencourt prosecuting attorney, I'd bust people like me. Feels sort of crummy.

I realized this morning that I'm the type of person that will push through and just take things, never stop to listen to myself. I've been missing art so much since I started college I had started considering transferring to Architectural Engineering, which is mainly working between the two majors. Good news though, I talked to the Women Engineering Program people and I've decided on applying for a dual major in Art at the end of the semester. Don't ask me how the heck that's different than double majoring, but it is. It basically allows me to take classes in the Art College at no extra cost (UT has flat rate tuition), and finishing the degree is up to me. The woman I talked to told me I could use it for design, something I'd also been considering. So, hurrah, I'm happy about that.

Well, I'm about a third of the way through this semester, and the homework is accumulating at an alarming rate. I haven't found the time to get online on msn or aim in days, and my social life is slowly disappearing. I have a hard time getting motivated to do all the homework (3 assignments a week X 3 classes + 1 project a week X 3 classes) especially since physics is so much easier here than it was last year with Mr. K. It's a joke. Even the labs are simplified. We only write up the data, the results and the error analysis (more complicated, but still, not impossible). What's crazy is that it's supposed to be one of the hardest classes at UT. There's like a 45% fail rate. I'm going to sound like a poster child for a UT organization, but I meet with some girls from my FIG and we work on physics and it's really helping me out. Bleh look at me, talking about homework.

Kaci told me completely out of the blue last week before she left for Liberty that she wanted a single next year. So I'm out my roommate and more importantly my living plans. It's not that big of a deal, but seeing how contracts are due Monday and we had decided back in October to room together again, and how I had several other people ask me to room with them, I was sort of mad at this last minute announcement. Now everything is pretty much fixed, and I find myself wondering what the heck I want to do. I guess I should see it as a blessing in disguise, because if I had known this back in October I would have tried to room with Katie, and well, seeing how we're not friends anymore, that would have been like stepping right in the hornet's nest. Its not that I loath Katie or anything, it's mainly that I can't stand her anymore, and I'm pretty sure it's a two way street. It was really annoying for awhile when she took up the practice of leaving the room whenever I entered, but now she's back to just not looking me in the eye and pretending I don't exist. Like I care.

And finally, another adventure in Austin. So I was late to a physics session when I realized that my clicker, which is used to answer quizzes and questions in class, had completely and utterly ran out of juice, so I went to the dorm convenience store to buy some batteries, which they were out of. Story of my life, right? Of course it was a cold, windy day and I was carrying my blasted laptop and the next store was a good four blocks uphill. I walk out of the store in despair only to see the Forty Acres Bus, which lead right up to the door of the next possible battery story, waiting for me like a beacon in the dark. For once it waited for me as I ran towards my only salvation this afternoon, got aboard and took off. I sure as heck should have paid more attention to the bus as it pulled out soon after I had boarded. For as we past my dorm, traveling in the opposite direction from the store, I realized that this was not the Forty Acres Bus, but the Far West Bus. Oh well, I thought, how far can the far west bus be? Ah, the naive. When we turned ten blocks from my dorm, I was sure it would stop soon, but when we got on the highway, I realized that I was probably not going to get batteries that day, and after we had left downtown, I figured I wasn't going to class that day. There was no choice for me but to accept my fate and read a poor, broken, college newspaper I found on the ground. My trip took me a good 45 minutes before I got back to campus, where I met my physics group, and they told me that the clicker registrar was broken and we didn't need the forsaken clickers for the rest of the week.