So, today is Erika and my eleven month anniversary. I don't know if we're going to do anything special, but I think I'm going to take her out to dinner. It seems so strange, that it's already been eleven months. It feels like almost no time has passed at all.
Tomorrow is my birthday. I'm turning twenty-five, and will no longer be able to claim that I'm in my "early twenties." Yeah, frightening, I know. My Dad is coming through town for work, and we're going to go get lunch as sort of an informal celebration. It'll be nice. My plans for Friday night are up in the air though, as I don't know if I'm going to OA or not, or if Erika and I will do something.
*shrug* I have to learn to be decisive.
I've now had all of my classes at least once, and I think that my Web Design class is going to be incredibly easy these first few weeks while we're doing raw HTML coding. Sure, I'll have to pay attention when we get to working in Flash (only because I have patently refused to work in Flash) and Dreamweaver (same reason), but for now I'm effectively sleeping... Mind you, I'm still doing the work. I'm not about to pass up an easy grade just because I was too arrogant to do the grunt work. It's not that I won't know the right answer, but that I won't know the answer my professor is looking for. Ah, this is why I left Computer Science - it's not about getting the job done, it's about getting the job done the way they think it should be done even if it isn't as effective or efficient. Eh, I'll survive.