Whiskey Tango Foxtrot

It's been a day of Murphy's Law kicking my butt. And it's only 11. Today so far: I go to switch class sections (for chapel, which is a required class for transfers) because I know someone in the next section, and it'd be more fun than going in and sitting by myself amidst a ton of freshmen. I am informed I can't switch, due to that class being tied to 'transfer orientation' class (which is the biggest waste of time, in which some faculty guy talks to us about tutoring and getting help with our grades. It's totally catered to freshmen, which none of us are, and frankly, downright insulting. I mean, I totally have my bad areas, but grades are my specialty and strength. I've been in college for two years, please, quit treating me like a clueless freshman. I say clueless freshman because I know some freshmen who are incredibly clued in, and do not wish to generalize that much :P).

Then I try to pay for my parking pass. The office only takes cash and check, information not posted anywhere online or in the building. I drive back to campus (the big admin building is a couple miles away) and then spend 30 minutes trying to get a parking space back on campus. I get one at 9:07. My section of chapel starts at 9:05. They close the doors at 9:08.

I'm not caught up on sleep from this weekend (which was completely fabulous, complete with seeing the fam, Inception, awesome food, and lotsa frisbee, so this is not an fml/mylifesucks post, more just a rant, because eventually I will laugh over today), so I'm super tired, which makes all this seem so much worse than it is. Rawr.