Frustration.

So this post is half good/half bad. Let's start with bad and end on a happier note. So yesterday was registration. I must have jinxed myself in my last post because I got 1 of the 6 classes I wanted to take next semester. It would've been nice to know that I couldn't register for Marketing classes in Stern until next Monday and Tisch's Cinema Studies classes had to have a special code to register. Great. I registered and lo and behold. My first, second, and third choice of Senior Media Seminar was all full - all that was left was African Diaspora and Legacy of Neil Postman. Have you ever read Neil Postman before? I find him dense, bland, and boring. Hell no. Why would they ever make a media seminar after him? Oh wait, he writes articles about media and was a professor at NYU - what, is that enough NYU? Think some more. PR went smoothly, and that was it. I ended up registering for African Diaspora, PR, Advertising (not my field), and Voice lessons for my unrestricted 2 credits. The last 4 credits I believe will end up going to my internship if my terrible luck thinks it's time to take a break. I don't know how things are going to work out. I still want to take Beauty, Body, and Image as my Media Seminar, I'm already researching about it for my politics class.

Anyway, after my tantrum about not ever getting any classes I want at NYU, which is all too completely true, I called Hools and vented for about an hour. I went home to relax and do stats but was too frustrated and tried to sleep. Again, too frustrated so I watched Family Guy and the Cleveland show. They made me laugh. It was good. I went to sleep. Next morning, my film class was canceled (yay)! So I did my Stats hw and got all angry at it. I need extra help. Badly. Maria Garibotti, keep your Thursday open. So I finished, went to Wasserman center for the first time in a long time for the On-Campus Recruitment orientation. Man, Sternies are hardcore. They all came dressed in suits. It was a brief overview of how to sign up to get interviews and stuff. Whatever, done. Ran to Stats. Hesitated to hand in the hw and double checked everything in class. Handed it in at the end. Done. I felt so relieved. There was Bank of America presentation at Wasserman at 5pm though. I originally signed up for it, but I forgot about Stats, so I canceled last minute. I hope they don't ban me. It'd be kinda cool to work for corporate BofA, no?

So, I wanted to get out all this frustration so I went to the gym. NYU should invest in punching bags. No, really. It'd be nice. I had to do the elliptical instead because all the dumb treadmills were taken. I just punched out everything I had. Lifted weights, more than I usually did and I felt a little better. It would've been nicer to have a smoke but, guess what. I quit. So no more smoking and healthier living. I've eaten salad for dinner for almost a week now. I love cobb salad. Love it. Any recommendations for a good place for cobb?

I thought it would be a happy ending, instead it was boring. This was more fun when I was angry.