And it's Just Like Honey

Today was my first day of my second semester. Let's recap.

I woke up ahead of schedule, and made it out of the library with half an hour before my first class. I must preface by saying that I put on Bare Minerals this morning -- yes, you are reading Jakey Emmert's Beauty Secrets right here. Anyway, that shit works, y'all, and you should all go down to Sephora and get some. You need not get the ridiculously expensive Kabuki brush, as I use a cheap-ass $4 Walgreens one and it works just fine.

Whitey has an 8 A.M. four days a week. I do not envy him.

Anyway, my first class, at 9:40, was Adolescent Psychology, and I know I will love it because if I chose to stick with psychology, I want to be a youth counselor and work with at-risk teens. I'm the only freshman in that class as most people are normal and take all of their Cores first and then do the domains, but Jakey Emmert vows to defy convention! There are some very pretty girls in that class as well as Army Dave. Army Dave is in his twenties, really buff, used to be in the Army and is a total dork. He has a horrible stutter that I'm sure everyone else finds annoying and lame but I can't help but find it to be adorable.

I could have sworn that Applied Psych did not start until 2:20, so I took a nap from 11:30 to 2:00. Um, oopsie. Applied Psych started at 2:00, so I walked in the room and EVERYONE turned around to look at me. That was a nice way to start out the class, and the professor is annoying as hell because he thinks he's a stand-up comedian and everyone thinks he is funny. Except me.

Math = eehhhhhhhhh. I can do it because Dr. Foley is awesome, but I am NOT looking forward to having math homework every night.

I am still sad about Orientation Boy. Not only was he cuter than cute, but he was my most reliable source of alcohol. But my life will go on, really.

I made a Mariah Carey mix! Whoo hoo!

I should read some psych until eight o'clock.