¡Feliz día de los muertos!

I'm all registered for class. Unfortunately, I didn't get to crawl back into bed after registering online, as was the original plan, because I had to go find my adviser and get a signiture for a class. It wouldn't let me register for Literary Journalism because I didn't have the prereq, the prereq that I never needed to take because I was around taking 3000 level courses before this class that was designed to help you adjust to 3000 level courses was even invented. I would be really angry, but if it hadn't happened I would have missed the absolutely gorgeous morning that is outside my window right now, and that would have been sad.

And now I'm just waiting for Racheal to get out of the shower so I can take one. Because obviously the second I walked back in the apartment thinking about heading up to the shower, the water turned on. Never fails. :P

Ummmm...oh! Aster posted pictures from Friday afternoon, and also of her pumpkins carved to look like presidential candidates, so go see! We are so cute and activist-like. It was actually a lot of fun, half the people who drove by gave us thumbs up or honked their horns, and the other half either ignored us or flipped us off. Or occasionally gave us a thumbs down, which we dubbed the crotch-point. Yeah. There are plans to do it again today, but I don't know if I'll be able to make it.

Racheal is stilllll in the shower. I'm going to go bang on the door so she knows someone is waiting on her. And then I'm going to go to the stupid class that it turns out I didn't and don't need at all. Stupid class. Bah.


ETA: I lied. It was Laura in the shower, and about five minutes or so after she got out, Racheal got in. So I'm just gonna have to be stinky for my first class. Sorry Mark.