I was registerring or classes, looking through the new version of the course catalog. It was ver different- artsy and difficult to find things in, but very impressive with combination matte&high gloss paper. My advisor wan rather late, as usual so i went into his office for abit, which was down the hallway fromm y rom. I stepped back into myroom for a bit and he was in there. I said hi, and that was about it. The coures catalog was na online thing, pdf, nad I was using a womans slow computer to view it -making it very difficult. I was having a hard time getting the art pages to showup properly becasue it was going so slow.
After i left, I went some mall, knowing I was meeting Jo for lunch very soon. Very unfamiliar, but i knew where I was going in it. I walked behind a mentally disabled girl who started quoting simpsons loudly to herself when she heard someone we passed mention the show. I went into some gaming store, they were announcing that they had the PS2 there, but only for display, and to go ese it. I asked why they ddin,t have any in stock, and was handed one. I then asked for a box for it, which someone grabbed for me. I quickly apologized and told them I realized I didn’t have my atm card, and they likely don’t accept balls of pocket lint, and left the store. On the way out, I saw a guy writing on blackboards slowly, practicing his writing it seemed. There were tons of boards filled with his writing, all of which only said “blah” in cursive. I walked past it at first, then turned around to get a picture. I got lost on the way back, somehow, and by the time I found the boards, he had walked away and washed them clean. I swore rather loudly, and people turned their heads .