Fake

So, I'm okay in bed. Energy-wise that is. I'm good for sitting up, moving around, even being snarky. (Which we known I do so enjoy...)

But the second I get on my own two feet my head goes straight to hell :(

Things are not looking good for friday OR saturday's plans. Damnit.

I've been reading "Fake" all morning, a manga by Sanami Matoh. Totally adorable :) (It's shoujo, or maybe josei? I'm not sure when one turns into the other.) But yeah... the characters are a lot of fun. Bikky is endlessly hilarious and I'll be damned if, shit disturber she was, Diana didn't make things more interesting. And knowing that Tomokazu Seki voices Dee just makes me laugh - it's totally his kind of role. I'm already through three of the seven volumes, boo :( Still, I have these until Pris gets back in mid-August, so I can reread and reread, plus there's an OVA or two to find and watch.

See? I told you all I was okay when I've got my feet up. No problem. Just watch me wilt when I have to move anywhere for any length of time...

*frustrated*

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You know, I thought the point of having the advising people approve your sheet and being around to answer questions included them telling you important things - like needing special permission to take a course.

Apparently not though.

Because I'm so bloody up to getting out of bed, let alone setting up an appointment, trekking down to Glendon and explaining the situation to whomever I need to talk to in the psych departement.

I really want to know - where the hell does our tuition money go? Really? But this quite annoys me.