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Tomorrow's registration day for next semester's schedule. Thing is, you don't just choose the subjects you want to take, you have to fight for them. The school only opens about 15 spots for each class (about 30 or 35 if it's a theorical class, which of course is the minority in such a major as mine), so choosing slots are asigned to the best grades and by the time it's your turn, BANG, all of the spots are taken and you end up with shitty class shedules like having Design every day from 7 to 9 PM and something like that. *sigh* It really shouldn't stress me that much, though, I mean, I'll stay in the summer to do a couple of courses, and pretty much anyone in my generation will end up doing a ninth semester, but... Dunno. *SIGH*

Other than that, MY CAR DIDN'T STAR AGAIN TODAY. FUCK. I mean, come ON, this is just too much, and hopefully, I'll be taking it to a more specialized mechanic tomorrow. *super sigh*

There was boy kissing in my last entry. Mmm, boy kissing, I'd missed it.