Katelyn called me on it.
I'm supposed to be back now.
So...
Here I am.

Classes this semester:
- Magic in the Arts & Literature (Good times. Random section about witchcraft. Random section about Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I'm intrigued.)
- Theatre History I (With Doug. Should be highly entertaining.)
- Musical Theatre (Sheet music books kick ass this semester. Score.)
- Anatomy & Physiology (Lecture class on Mondays + Wednesdays, and a two-hour lab on Tuesdays. Yeah. Eew.)
...And I need a few more credit hours, so I'll probably add Voice & Diction tomorrow after I talk to John. Kay gave me her books from last semester's class, so as long as he hasn't changed the textbooks, I won't have to buy them and it would make sense for me to go ahead and take the class this semester.

I'm living on campus again this semester. With people I don't know.
The girl who shares a room with me, Amanda, is groovy. She's a humorous one. Our suitemates are nice, but they currently have the often-intoxicated fellows who live next door over in the living room.
They are loud.
And I'm trying to watch Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood.
GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT.

Last night I dropped a ceramic plate on my foot. It hurt. Cut my foot and bruised the hell out of it, too...oh, and the plate broke.
Whoops.