I Promise I'm Smart

I would like to start by saying that I blame today’s activities on my new iPad.

One of the games that I have downloaded and subsequently become addicted to is Plants vs. Zombies. If you are unfamiliar, it is a game where you have to plant various plant weapons to fight off a horde of oncoming zombies with various powers, to keep them from entering your house. If your horticultural onslaught is insufficient to keep the zombies at bay, they eat through your plants, enter your home, and eat your brains. I have suffered this virtual misfortune once or twice, and thus I blame the zombies for my lack of brain power lately.

I started my spring semester at UT today. I woke up thoroughly displeased over it. My allergies are bothering me, the shingles are very uncomfortable, I’m not happy with my schedule, and it’s cold and nasty outside (weather only fit for staying in bed). So, I was really annoyed by the idea of going to school, and not happy to be venturing out at ALL.

I got to campus, and marveled that there were still people walking and riding bikes in this disgusting weather. I entered the parking garage, and my mood lifted a little when I scored an excellent spot – right next to the walkway to the law building, and on a level where I would be able to go directly out, without having to go up a level to go back down. I was a little confused by this, because I had assumed that getting to campus in the middle of the day would surely mean parking on the roof, but I wrote it off and rationalized that the garage emptied after morning classes.

I trudged the short distance to the law building in the awful weather conditions, and couldn’t help but notice there weren’t many students around outside or in the halls. I decided 12:30 was an odd time for a class to start, and most people would be downstairs in the café or in class.

I reached the assigned classroom, and noticed that it was dark inside. I went in and chose a seat – there were plenty to pick from, as the room was empty. This worried me, as class was 8 minutes away from starting. I knew I was in the correct place, I had double checked. I pulled out the phone and shot off a frantic text to my good friend who was taking the class with me, to make sure she was still in the class and I was in the right spot. She responded, saying that yes she was in the class, but didn’t classes start on the 18th?

Shit.

I whipped out my computer, and pulled up the academic calendar. Sure enough, next to the 18th, it said “classes begin.” Today is not the 18th. Today is the 10th.

Damn.

For someone who presents herself as being reasonably intelligent, I am a complete, utter dumbass.

My previously un-accessed brain went into overdrive. I covered quickly, responding that yes classes did begin on the 18th, and I was checking to make sure she was still taking the class, since I was considering changing my schedule. Then, shortly after having a discussion with her over which classes to switch around, I realized my cover-up was futile. I left my mom’s house to come back to Austin yesterday, telling her that I had to start classes today. I really didn’t have the energy to start up a clever ruse with her to act as though I were in class all week. And I knew that if I admitted what I’d done to her, I may as well blog about it and admit it to the world, because I can guaran-damn-tee you, there will be NO living this down at my house.

I will say I am in a much better mood now. It’s a great feeling to know I have another whole week ahead of free time. I had a lovely day hitting up Sephora and going to see The King’s Speech (which was just as excellent a movie as it has been hyped to be). And I really needed to come back to Austin anyway, to water the plants, get my mail, and pay my bills. But still. I really have no idea what I was thinking, why on Earth I thought classes started today. All day I’ve been shaking my head and going back and forth between between laughing at myself and smacking myself. Even with all the odd things I noticed around campus, it never occurred to me that I was there on the wrong day. Careful inspection of my past behavior doesn’t show me that I ever really looked at the academic calendar. I don’t know where I got the idea that classes started today. I really and truly cannot figure out what the hell went through my mind that I cut short my vacation by a week, invaded my doctor’s weekend by calling her to get a prescription for shingles before going back to class Monday, and was in a foul mood for a day or so over the prospect of starting school up again. I am left with no explanation, other than the zombies ate my brains.

Sarcasmo

Currently Excited About: The new ABC show, Off The Map. I shouldn’t be. I HATE Grey’s Anatomy, and the only good thing about Private Practice is Taye Diggs (hey-o!), so I really shouldn’t get my hopes up about a third Shonda Rhimes show. But the Off The Map bastards went and cast Zach Gilford in one of the main roles. With the sad, sad end of Friday Night Lights looming, I suppose I’m desperate to keep the cast on my TV screen. I do love that damn little Matt Saracen. I tried to watch Private Practice on the grounds that Taye Diggs is Taye Diggs, but that failed miserably. And, ironically enough, the only full episodes of Grey's Anatomy that I've watched are the ones that Kyle Chandler, Friday Night Lights' Coach Taylor, guest starred on.  I should know better than to pick a show purely on the grounds of one cast member (especially a show put out by Shonda Rhimes), but here I am programming it into my DVR anyway!