The First of September

I wake late after a snooze, then a snooze, then a snooze.
I eat breakfast alone.
I go to my Math & Art class which actually meets outside the D-Hall.
We go to the Hackman building and put tape on the windows.

This illustrates how based on the perspective on the viewer, lines are different on a pane non-parallel to the lines in nature.

The vertical lines are fine, because on those axes, it is parallel.

All the slanted lines will intersect because they are not parallel. The interesting thing is that they'll all converge to the same point.

I had lunch, then I met with chemisty teacher. He gives me lab information and tells my that my lab googles I brought were unsuitable. I buy a pair from the office.
Soon after, I had and interview with the Health Services department for a job. It didn't go all that well, I don't think I'm qualified, and by the hours avaliable, and rumors about really low pay for on-campus jobs, I won't be unhappy if I'm turned down.
I went to the mail center and bought stamps, picking up my 2009 directory.
I go to someone's room in another building and write something on their door.
I go back to the dorms and do a load of laundry. Its free, I like that. Only have to provide the soap and the time. There's also some other internet thing where you can do all sorts of interactive stuff. Don't know, haven't checked it out much.

I get a lot of Japanese reading done here.
Our pod meets for Ice Cream at our leader's loft, just a ways off campus.
I leave and go straight to Aikido practice.
On the way into my dorm building I see the girl in my Organic Chemistry class that I borrowed the notebook from. She asks if I did the homework. I didn't even know there was homework. I think its optional. Meh, I did the reading just now.
I talk to someone online, then go over to his room to borrow some books. (Semi-entertainment purposes.)
I get back to my room, and fold my now somewhat wrinkled laundry.
I go to bed reading chemistry and Japanese, listening to Reactor – Feeling The Love.

P.S.: Sorry about tenses and style, its not matching up. Its partially because I don't care, and partially because I like it that way.
P.P.S.: You may also notice that I'm leaving out personal names. That's intentional.