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Oh boy, grades are up. Did well this semester, yet the registrar, in their infinite fuckhattery wisdom has decided that 1+1+1+.5+.5 is equal to 3. At least, that's what it says online. Took five classes, got three credits. Must be Obvious Day on Camp Stupid! This and the inability to get my LAMDA grades factored in to my transcript (there's a big gaping hole where last spring semester is supposed to be) does not do much for my confidence in the school's administration. I've gotten two of those papers from the registrar with all the classes and credits listed on them - and each time, it has said JYA Outstanding. Each time, I went to the JYA office and asked them to fix the problem. Last time, the woman even said she had the LAMDA rubric on her desk and would get to it when she was done counseling some enthusiastic sophomore. Surely it'd be done by next Monday? No, that was in November. Honestly. I have 5 more credits coming in next semester, which, added to my current correct (not registrar's) total of 28.5, brings us to 33.5, one half short of what I need to graduate. So I'm not asking for that much - in fact, if all the LAMDA credits get added in to my Drama section, that'll skew my nice balance. I should have just taken another .5 credit this semester, but... hey, I liked my long weekends.

Fuck numbers. Even typing that hurts my brain. And it doesn't need to be punished anymore. I went to go see Munich with the boys. Extremely thought provoking, especially raising the question of responsibility for crimes and the effect of the mindset of vengeance. And for a Spielberg flick, well paced and even well ended. The screenplay had a definite Kushner feel to it. We had to watch Mission: Impossible to get ourselves back under control.

Tired as hell, but now thinking about secret agents, booby traps, and assassinations. Fun times.