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DAMMIT! I missed my advising apointment. I thought it was at 1 and it turned out to be 10:30. FUCK. It's even lamer since I'm going to completely ignore whatever he says, but I need to be "advised" so I can register for next semester. FUCK FUCK FUCK.

I'm going to see if I can just send an email saying "These are the classes I'm going to try to take. They're probably alredly filled."

Okay, not the "already filled bit"

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The most significant SF/F novels from 1953-2006 according to "Time." Bold the ones you have read, strike-through the ones you read and hated, italicize those you started but never finished and put a star next to the ones you love.

( I apparently lose at awesome sci-fi as well )

What? No The Moon is a Harsh Mistress? WTF, "Time"? Though I've thought about finding Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? by Philip K. Dick, but have not gotten around to it yet.

Oh, Snap!

Nothing like snaping awake and thinking "AH! I HAVE NO PLACE TO STAY FOR THE FENCING TOURNAMENT!"

I do, though. I have a room, a ride, and equipment. Why can't my brain understand this?

Okay, the equipment is a little foggy, as the foilsts managed to to have the suckiest luck tonight just fighting each other. Not only did two batteries die in the scoring equipment, we managed to break two foils as well. The first was easily fixable, but the second, the blade snapped in half and someone nearly got a broken blade to the chest. Luckily, Fritz realized "Hm. I should have already been touching him." and stopped his lunge before we were down a men's foilist.

Long story short, for about five people we have only one working electric foil. Brian is going to be putting together a few tomorrow, so it will only be three foils for five people, but since the men and the women foilists are going to be on different days, it will work out fine.

Probably.