ugh.

thank GOD i just found some midol in my desk.

i’m pretty sure it’s nap time.

84%

god i’m so STUPID.

i put an answer for the last question that DIDN’T EVEN ANSWER THE QUESTION.

i put an answer for the last question that answered a question that I DIDN’T EVEN UNDERSTAND.

i put an answer for the last question that was obviously not the correct answer which i would have known had i THOUGHT ABOUT IT FOR AT LEAST ONE SECOND.

but, i…

uh.

this actually isn’t self-affirming at all. FUCK.

i should just give my student loans to mental patients.

around midnight, my roommate and i were in the courtyard smoking. we were verbally interrupted by a shouting match among four janitorial types arguing about sweeping the landing in front of one of the entrances. for at least half an hour.

because sweeping is that complicated.

it is now 1:56AM. approximately ten minutes ago a loud roar came from outside. i peeked out the window, and saw amongst other people peeping out other windows, a man with a fucking leafblower blowing shit around. wtf.

our courtyard has not been cleaned all year. and they chose to do it at TWO FUCKING AM.

glad to see our tuition money is being paid to intelligent individuals.

conspiracy theory

i just filled out my super cool harry potter calendar with important dates for this quarter, like QUIZZES and EXAMS and SPEECHES and stuff, and i have noticed an alarming pattern.

teachers plan all their quizzes and exams and speeches and etc. for the same fucking days! like, i have two classes that are back to back and i’m already always late for the second one because it’s like way over on the other side of a fucking hill and shit and now everyday that i have a test in class #2 i have a quiz in class #1 beforehand. so now i’m gonna be all cramming during my lunch break before class #1 and then walking my ten minute walk to class #2 and reciting bullshit economics bullshit in my head the whole way and then i’m prolly just gonna FAIL BOTH OF THEM BECAUSE I SUCK AT LIFE.
somebody needs shot. scratch that, i don’t need no feds on my ass. I DO NOT SHOOT UP SCHOOLS OR ANYTHING ELSE FOR THAT MATTER. DISCLAIM DISCLAIM DISCLAIM.

anyway, i really hate college. or more like i hate classes. but i kinda hate the rest of it too.

htmhellacious

i have a job at school. it’s in the archives and special collections center of the library, scanning stuff and maintaining the ridiculous pointless websites that nobody ever goes to. i work under this old guy named hank. hank is senile. (also, hank is an alias, lest i be dooced.)
everybody in the department talks shit about ol’ hank, and for good reason. he’s the department manager type guy, and yet he’s always interfering with his employee’s work and rambling incoherently about things that he doesn’t understand. then he makes stupid jokes about things and laughs to himself. he really pisses people off sometimes.

it’s okay though. i like hank. i just hate that i have to do specifically what he tells me, even if it’s creating websites for all the catalogued collections even though the website format i’m using is trying to be updated by the guy who is actually in charge of the collections, thus wasting both of our time.

i’m getting paid minimum wage for wasted time. neat.

anyway, does this have a punchline? not really. that’s kinda neat too. i just felt like telling you about hank.

regardless, pulled pork kicks ass. don’t disagree with me.