stuck in orange

Ive been inside this orange room in the library for God knows how long. 7 hours? I have lost all comprehension of time and space and everything else in between.

Cognitive exam tomorrow. Getting anything lower than a 90 will mean Bob nightmares.

Because I really should get home and get into bed [mmm bed]. This entry will be short.

Today:

• Found out that the seminar on sex differences, the class i was going to take next semester is monsterous. Basically its another class on psych stats. I find statistics entirely too foolish. So now my next option is a class called "Man in space." What do you guys think? Should i take it? I have to take an upper level 100 level class to finish my psych major. So its this or psych stats horror.

  Topics include how orbital flight is achieved, spacecraft life support systems, circulatory dynamics, sensory-motor control and vestibular function in free fall, the physiological and psychological adaptations necessary in space flight, and how astronauts must readapt on return to Earth.

• I watched ER today. I used to watch it and want to be a doctor. Now the more i watch it, the less i want to be a doctor. Today’s episode was about the baby unit. The place where all the babies go, when they are born sick. Depressing? Yes, i think so. An entire episode about dying babies.
• In Russian class, we watched a movie called Brother 2. Of course it included naked russian women. And guns.
• I spent the entire day in the library and the only thing that got me through was an entire package of mint chocolate milano cookies. If there is a heaven, there are milano cookies growing on trees. Mmm. Cookies.
• I ate a sandwich for dinner. Stupid caf. It was a yummy sandwich nonetheless: rye bread, roast beef, pepperjack cheese [for that extra zing!], sprouts, onions, lettuce and tomato. And grilled. This is my signature sandwich.
• Ive been listening to a band called Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin. And this band is amazing, if anything, just for their name. You can hear them here
• Im going to try to catch the branvan home instead of walking down to my apartment in the frigid cold.
• Everyone was wrong in the last entry. No one ever finds me in that first grade picture[not even my relatives!!!]. I am the tall girl standing, third from the right. You guys should have known. I was the tall, weird, boy-ish looking Russian. Can you see why my early years here in this country were not so pleasant? Kids can be mean.

I look like the perfect soldier. Or something.

To do list:
-Must call Chase and yell at them for putting me on some identity protection plan. 12 bucks a month my ass.
-do all the russian homework i have been avoiding
-contact older subjects
-read papers for thesis
-pick up prescription at cvs
-buy cereal and yogurt(!!!)
-soap would be convenient to buy too.