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Today was the epitome of the day from hell... with little respites in between. It really was odd.

It started out simple enough. Wake up early to catch the last episode of an anime that's not all that great but, really, pricks the curiosity when one follows it out of boredom. Needless to say, I won't be doing that anytime soon again unless I truly like the anime. Think Gokusen--now that's an anime worth losing sleep over.

Right, digressing.

Went to college at 10 after getting ready at a sluggish pace. It was quite enjoyable. I have to admit though, that's probably due to the fact that I enjoy the English language a lot, so Freshman English is probably going to be a strong contender for my best subject this term. We'll see.

We got divided into groups and now we're going to have to crack our brains over doing a proper English project. Righto! We can do this! We have a History maniac with us (sorry Mr. Celery-stick, you have been replaced), a psychology major with strong views, someone who knows a lot about plane engineering out of hobby, two freshies which includes me and a daughter of Zimbabwe. We have diversity! We will succeed! ...Hopefully...

Right. So we managed to finish with time left to spare and I was ready to get out of there and back home to a waiting bed. Needless to say, that didn't happen. In fact, while waiting for my ride back to my lovely bed, I had an epiphany. A rather horrid one.

I had missed the deadline to register for my subjects.

In fact, I managed to get mixed up between two different deadlines, and so, I had not registered for ANY subjects at all. It was horrifying! Finally, the fact that my name wasn't on the class registry list for the English class made sense! And like any sane person in such a situation, I did what was meant of me as a practical human being. I swore, hard. Then I panicked. And then I called my mother to tell her the spot I was in.

So, what happened was re-directions and calls and panicking and stress levels reaching unhealthy peaks. My mother called her friend, L, who's part of the faculty of the college, granted in a different programme. He calls back giving us some fellow's number to talk to. My mother calls said fellow and he tells her the deadline is this Friday. But I know that's the last date for paying the registration fees, not to register. I say so, she tells fellow on phone, fellow still says this Friday. Finally, I start to lose it and say, "No! Not the payment! I didn't even go to the Registry to register the subjects!" Finally, we get it sorted out that said fellow knows nothing about my situation, is not part of my programme and I get redirected to another person. Lady person managed to be told the outlines by me in less than three minutes and she agrees to help quickly. Finally, we're getting somewhere!

By this time we've reached our house and just beyond those doors is my bed. Decision time--I had to go back to school. Problem is, my ride can't pick me back up to go home afterwards, so I had no choice but to stay for the four hours doing nothing until my next class starts.

I get dropped off, I rush uphill to the department with a frown on my face and near hyperventilation, I get signature, rush back down and up another hill to the bus stop, get into bus with a huff and rush up several flights of stairs and another hill to the administration office. Wait in line and register with no problems save overly stressed mind and physique.

Go to McD and order a simple set. I gulped down the Coke but feel like vomiting when I look at the food. Yes, yes, I'm crazed to feel that way when there's chips and a burger in front of me and waiting for those wonderful digestive juices of mine to start killing them. Sod off. I was stressed.

Either way, I was joined by Lisa and another of her tag alongs. I swear, the girl a friggin' people magnet. People gravitate towards her. It's amazing! So, I made a new chatting pal! Kudos.

So, I wasted four hours, went to class and learnt that my teacher might be a wee high-strung. Ah well...

Went home, walked the dog, yadda yadda, went to Charles', ate out with Charles' at a mamak and now...my stomach is burning. Curry sure is strong.

Such odd days I'm having.