Musing

Yeah, so tonight, I got screwed. For those of you who don't know, or havn't heard me say it enough, I hate all of this orientation/socialization crap that they have been feeding us the past couple days. Unfortunately, sometime earlier this afternoon, they decided to have a cookout and close the cafeteria for the rest of the evening, which I missed as I was filling out forms and talking to Leah at the time. So right now, I'm an empty Ho. :-( I'm almost happy that classes start tomorrow - at least then I can hope for a somewhat normal schedule. Thursday's schedule goes right to hell though; some mass offering well-wishes for all of the new students and returning students for this school year. *rolls eyes* Great, from the very beginning we're told we need to live off of this prayer (the mass is mandatory)... I had something I thought I'd let everyone vote on, but as my Comment Machine from Hell is still being worked on (it may be next week someti...

Well, now that I've finished breaking everything that came half broken in my room I can finally say that I'm happy with the way it looks. After Sarah left this afternoon I went and cut a hole in my broken closet ceiling (with a sharp knife, thanks to Jason!) so that my curtain could actually hang. Eh...velcro isn't a really good curtain hanging idea, but it's what they gave me, and it's really all I can do with what I've got. Good enough - it's my best effort. My roomie, Kyle, is back from from his trip home. We've talked a little bit, bragged over pictures of our girlfriends, played a couple games of pool in the student center, and all around gotten pretty comfortable - all in one evening. He kinda reminds me of a quiet Don Gourley, just much less mischevious. I think we'll manage. Niftium took a hit last night. :-( I hung it from the ceiling just above my bookcase (well, one of them), came back from the ghost stories and found it lyin...

Alright, is my hair brown or blonde?? Vote now. Vote correctly. :-P Some thoughts on packing: -Nifitum is damn near impossible to pack into ANY box. -Anyone else having a hard time judging how much stuff to bring in the way of school supplies? -I have WAY too many books. -My roomie had better keep his crap on his side. Dana and Victoria may be able to fudge, but the minute this guy crosses the line, his crap goes out the window (to be followed quickly by his stupid ass). I’m gonna have little enough room as it is… -I think I’ll havta get a plant of my own too. Fake or real? I’m thinkin’ fake would be a hell of a lot easier. -All of the Swedish fish I have could almost fill a box of their own. *shakes head* -Ah! My piano books! I gotta get THOSE down here… -Time to get back into getting in bed at a respectable time? -HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Fat chance.

*Follow-up Story* Mom decided that she didn't want to do whatever it was that she wanted my truck and me for today OR tonight, so today was a pretty big waste of time. In fact, after she told me where she went this morning, she rose a few quick steps on my crap list. I wouldn't suggest talking to me unless I initiate the conversation till about Monday or so. Consider yourself warned.

Now I know what mom means when she says it annoys the heck out of her when I go somewhere without leaving a note. I woke up this morning to a very quiet house, so I just figured it was a lot earlier than it looked and checked out the clock. I'm the only one who can sleep till 11:30 in the morning like that, so I knew something had to be up. I dragged myself over to a front window and saw that the car was gone, so her and the other two must be out doing something. She told me not to make any plans today because she needs my truck and possibly me, though, so now I'm stuck here until she comes home. And, since she didn't leave a note, I have no idea when that will be. *pout* I was going to go to the mall and do the shopping that I didn't do in Chicago (or, rather, the buying that I didn't do in Chicago) until she disappeared, and then have another good meal at the Crafts'. Eating your words sucks, but getting a taste of your own medicine is worse.

The Grapes of Wrath and the Carrots of Temptation. First let's deal with the grapes. Grapes piss me off. I'd like to call up all of the stupid grape companies and say "Look, I'm tired of your product falling out of your retarded bags and all over my floor, alright? So either stop sending us bags with holes in them or start glueing your grapes to the vines. *click*" I swear, I find more and more grapes on the floor every day at work. Luckily I haven't had to close in a couple weeks, so it's not MY job to clean em up. Come to think of it, maybe I shouldn't be complaining...(who do you think's been closing? *evil grin*) Next the carrots. The aforementioned/alluded-to person who's been closing most days the past couple weeks made an mistake that my boss actually made fun of him for, right in front of me! The co-worker allowed himself to be persuade to buy some super expensive carrots instead of our normal ones when he was on the ph...