Spanish has been interesting so far.

Not having the first section of the class has been difficult, though I still feel that Elem. Spanish 2 was the way to go. Mr. Morales has a lot of fun with the class and genuinely cares about his students.

So this weekend shall be the weekend of the mighty study. Tonight I hope to knock out all the random loose ends of things that are due early next week, leaving tomorrow to study hard from the last six chapters of my Spanish textbook.

And no random national holidays on Monday, so it's our first 5-day school week. ::cries::

I'm really looking hard at doing an internship to complement my major in the fall, so I've started filling out some forms for those. Heavy stuff.

Fuego, Stryder, Gecko, Geoff and myself were up late playing DAOC last night... an ML3 raid took longer than we thought and so we went to Whataburger at like 2:30 in the morning. Saga has been pretty bad recently and supper last night was just horrendous; half the cafeteria bars were just empty of food. There was no selection so several hours later we were absolutely starving.

Before Whataburger, we had all agreed to order pizza, because that seemed more convenient. I got onto papajohns.com, ordered 2 large pizzas and started waiting. An hour after we received our order confirmation, there was still no pizza, so I called up the pizza place on my cell, which had been on the entire time.

The manager (whose name was Josh >: | ) told me that he couldn't deliver to my specified address, a PO Box. "No kidding," I thought. "Sir," I said "Don't you know where LeTourneau University is?" He said yeah. I had trouble wrapping my mind around the fact that probably half their orders come from this campus and yet they refuse to come to LeTourneau just because I didn't give a physical address. It's not as if they were lost or something, they knew exactly where to come, I had given them my buildling number.

He said he couldn't reach my phone, which should've been a problem on his end, and since they stopped delivered at 1 AM, and the phone call from me came at 1:10, he said he had "backordered" my pizza.

How on earth can you backorder a hot pizza!?

He just threw it away and gave up on us, and said he was sorry. To correct the misunderstanding, he actually recommended that we phone in our orders instead of using the internet, to avoid any confusion. I am sure that repeating that statement to the national office would insta-fire that manager, particularly if the call was recorded, as they said it might at the beginning of the call.

So anyway, yeah, we were mad, but whataburger is open 24 hours, so we made due.

And yeah, that rambled a bit from Spanish, but oh well. :D