some girls really *do* cry that easily
Oct. 14th, 2010 10:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bedlamsbardThe world has made me cry far too many times today. Die in a fire, world.
(Signs that I am way too emotional right now: I wanted to make dinner, and my roommate was in the kitchen, and I started tearing up, because apparently I have gone insane.)
(Yeah, I guess what's really impressive is that I didn't even have classes today! But on the bright side I made cookies -- the majority of which have since been eaten, mostly not by me -- and my copy of Falco on his Metal arrived, which I didn't expect for another week. On the other hand, crying.)
But there's a preliminary schedule for next semester's classics classes up! And so far nothing's at the same time as Shakespeare II, which makes me happy. Etruscans, Latin, and it looks like War and Power in Ancient Greece might be offered. Hopefully the MEMS classes go up soon, and then at some point in the future, the university wide schedule.
But then again, crying. Lots of crying. I really wish I wasn't the kind of girl who bursts into tears at the drop of a hat. (Although the kitchen thing is unusual even for me.)
(Signs that I am way too emotional right now: I wanted to make dinner, and my roommate was in the kitchen, and I started tearing up, because apparently I have gone insane.)
(Yeah, I guess what's really impressive is that I didn't even have classes today! But on the bright side I made cookies -- the majority of which have since been eaten, mostly not by me -- and my copy of Falco on his Metal arrived, which I didn't expect for another week. On the other hand, crying.)
But there's a preliminary schedule for next semester's classics classes up! And so far nothing's at the same time as Shakespeare II, which makes me happy. Etruscans, Latin, and it looks like War and Power in Ancient Greece might be offered. Hopefully the MEMS classes go up soon, and then at some point in the future, the university wide schedule.
But then again, crying. Lots of crying. I really wish I wasn't the kind of girl who bursts into tears at the drop of a hat. (Although the kitchen thing is unusual even for me.)