I can count to purple backwards!

Hello there, all. I've come to the realization that regular dispatches via Blogger have been somewhat scant as of late, so I'm starting to think that maybe I shouldn't guarantee daily posts anymore. I mean, seeing as how most of said promises end up not amounting to much, it kinda makes sense.
What I can tell you is that I've now missed two days of school due to the Van Galder drivers on Monday and today completely failing to drop me off at the Dutch Mill Park and Ride on Broadway, thus stranding me at the Memorial Union on Langdon with naught but my name. I've already cleared Monday's absence, and I'm pretty sure that Biff won't mind that I missed today, but I'd rather this not develop into a trend. Then again, perhaps it can't...
I got yet another memo from the office saying that $1700 is still unpaid for my tuition, and that if it wasn't paid in full by Friday, my enrollment would be terminated. The memo I got in my mailbox at school said that it was my "Final" notice, which I guess is supposed to sound intimidating or whatever, but I kinda doubt that they'll follow through on this threat after the debacle last time. But then again, you never know. Being kicked out of school now would really suck, since I have about 5 or 6 weeks left of the semester, and especially since I just found that I aced my mid-terms. That would be something of a major letdown, and a bummer of a denouement at that.
Whilst I was stranded today, I was hanging out at the Taco Bell down the block from the Exclusive Company working on electronic equations when it struck me that I couldn't remember the entirety of the quadratic formula. Naturally, I panicked, and I ended up sheepishly asking a group of kids behind me for it, except... they didn't know, either. The only part I couldn't recall was the whole of the quantity below the square root (although I did know that 4ac was in it), so Kayleigh ended up enlightening me after I got back home today.
My soundtrack this week has been Discordance Axis and Talking Heads, virtually non-stop, and now I can't live without the either of them. I know most of you reading this don't dig grind, but you should unequivocally check out Talking Heads, because I know you all dig... uh... good stuff. Sorry. The Heads escaped hasty categorization, so that stupid term I just drummed up had to suffice. But anyways, as always: if you have the means, I highly recommend it.
But anywho, I have to go donate so's I have money for Edge Fest tomorrow, so... I'm off. Like a dog's sense of color coordination.* Be excellent to each other.

Love,
Ian

*Was that funny at all? No? I had to try something...