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Aug. 12th, 2008 04:00 pmSo, anyone who's read this journal recently probably saw my (latest) rant on DeepestSender not working. Heh, user error.
Anyway, I'm making a start on that song list, since Muppet expressed an interest. The songs from the first week might take a little longer for the mp3s to appear here since I have to go figure out which song is which--they're almost all mislabelled. All the others are present and correct, though.
My dad apparently got an email from my brother in London the other day, and Brother will be home for a visit in early December. Of course, he would be going to Atlanta, and those dates are RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF FINALS. *pout*
From the obsessively keep old emails file: When I registered for my two summer classes, one in June and one in July, I emailed the details to our Registrar, the fearsome Dr Epes of terse email fame. He sent me emails back both times approving the classes, so I took them. Today I get an email from the head of Financial Aid saying that the registrar can't find any record of approving those classes. Now, these classes are what's allowing me to go on to my senior year this coming semester, so I was all, 'Oh no you don't.' I found those two emails still in my inbox and politely forwarded them to the FinAid guy, CCing the registrar. I went away triumphant, knowing they could deny me no further. I was a bit surprised to get a polite email a little later from Dr Epes saying thanks for reminding him, and he had only looked at the paper records, not the emails.
I'm being sent out now on a grocery run because it's in the same direction as the place I'm going to buy my friend a birthday card.
Anyway, I'm making a start on that song list, since Muppet expressed an interest. The songs from the first week might take a little longer for the mp3s to appear here since I have to go figure out which song is which--they're almost all mislabelled. All the others are present and correct, though.
My dad apparently got an email from my brother in London the other day, and Brother will be home for a visit in early December. Of course, he would be going to Atlanta, and those dates are RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF FINALS. *pout*
From the obsessively keep old emails file: When I registered for my two summer classes, one in June and one in July, I emailed the details to our Registrar, the fearsome Dr Epes of terse email fame. He sent me emails back both times approving the classes, so I took them. Today I get an email from the head of Financial Aid saying that the registrar can't find any record of approving those classes. Now, these classes are what's allowing me to go on to my senior year this coming semester, so I was all, 'Oh no you don't.' I found those two emails still in my inbox and politely forwarded them to the FinAid guy, CCing the registrar. I went away triumphant, knowing they could deny me no further. I was a bit surprised to get a polite email a little later from Dr Epes saying thanks for reminding him, and he had only looked at the paper records, not the emails.
I'm being sent out now on a grocery run because it's in the same direction as the place I'm going to buy my friend a birthday card.
