A Wondrously Whacked Week

I haven't updated for awhile, because I have truly not had the time to sit down and compose a Blogger post. Since Wednesday morning at 6 a.m., I have been Brandon Adams, on the go! Every day since that I have woken up at six, been at school at seven, had classes from 8-1, and then been volunteering at the table setup at WCC for our New York Times fundraising. When I get home I make something to eat, do some kind of work that occupies the rest of the night, and then die in bed at midnight. Among those kinds of work:

• Helping Crystal with her computer problems. Some l33t h4x0r who's stealing teh intarweb off of their wireless router thought he'd be really l33t and turn off Automatic DNS on the router, thus disabling their use of teh intarweb. This guaranteed that they'd call up one of their l33t h4x0r friends (me!) to fix the problem. The friend would no doubt lock down the network, and the original l33t h4x0r would have free internet access no longer. What an unthinking anus this guy was.
  


• Crafted fancy posterboard-on-posterboard signs for the fundraisering at WCC. Here they be:

• Walked Paige through setting up modem pool access on her computaring machine.


• Stared into space with a sleep deprivation headache

Amidst all that insanity, I also managed to get into a vehicular accident! A new roundabout had been constructed at WCC. For the past month or so it had stop signs (which completely defeat the concept of a roundabout) but had recently changed to yield signs. I was on the outside lane, cruising along, when a clueless old lady jumped her Ford Explorer out in front of my Jeep. I panicked, left a nice skid mark, and collided.

Strangely and luckily enough, there was not a single scratch, nor an area of disturbed dust, to be found on her car. After a bit of reasoning, I've concluded that I must have hit her tire. Unfortunately, my car did not escape damage:



I was shaking like Micheal J. Fox because of the adrenaline and the fear that either the cops would show up or that she would insist on calling them. I don't have automobile insurance, you see. Not because I'm an asshole or an idiot, but because I truly cannot afford the $200 a month basic coverage would cost me. When she started talking like she wanted to call the cops, I insisted that she did not. She said that we were required to file a police report, but I informed her (and this is true) that accidents with damages totalling less than $500 do not have to be reported. She relented, we exchanged info, and went along our unmerry ways.

An amazingly good samaritan stopped, gave us his info as a witness to the incident, and took pictures with his digi. He'll be emailing those to me soon.

I bought new sheets, amazingly comfortable 300 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets. Look at my decadent fucking bed:


I bought books. And then I took all of them back. And then I bought them again. I wrote a check on Tuesday excepting my financial aid money to be in my bank account by Wednesday, the first day of school, but it wasn't. I had to return them and deposit the refund in my bank to keep the check from bouncing.

My classes:

• MGMT 271 - Business law, or something like it. No one seems fond of this prof aside from me. He's animated and opinionated, which keeps me awake at the hour of 8 a.m. Folks say that he's a hard grader, but that's fine with me, since I'm an excellent study, anyway. An excessively hot Asian chick in this class. She wears skater/snowboard clothes, is insanely cute, and has smartlookin glasses. Her name is Christina.


• ACCT 245 - Managerial accounting. My prof's name is Zite (pronounced 'zeet') Hutton. Zite is short for Marguerite, somehow. She has the largest ass in proportion to her body that I have ever seen. If I'm ever in a situation where a photograph would be appropriate, I'd definitely take a pic to immortalize my excessively assed accounting prof. This particular prof happened to get both of her degrees from UTA, as well (shout out to Minh).


• HIST 286 - Modern History of Africa. My prof is originally from France, but studied in England. She's very apologetic about her English, but her speech is better than most Americans I know. Today I very carefully and quietly put my things in my bag, and sat waiting for a moment when I could leave without interrupting class. I did this for a few minutes, and then she very politely said that if I had to leave, I could go. I felt like a crazy freshmen, but oh well, she's excessively nice, and I like it. Also, we have a real live African (Sudan) in our class. DIVERSITY!


• PHIL 102 - Intro to Logic. The prof seems like a nice guy. The class is filled with crazy freshmen who are taking PHIL 102 because it can be used to fulfill the math GUR, and they are frightened of math. Haha, bitches, you got punk'd, logic is math. During our first session he explained that we were to submit all of our homework online, except for the first assignment, because it had been corrupted by some crazy cracker. I believe seven people asked questions about this, all of which could've been answered themselves had they used a little logic. I guess they really need this class.

Man, too much happened, my brain is full.