Mood: amused  Music: LoveGame (Video Mix) - Lady GaGa  Reading: The Handmaid's Tale, World War Z

My semester is done! I won’t know my grades until next Wednesday but that’s alright. I think I did OK. I don’t think either of the essays (’twas an essay exam) were my best work but really, how often are essay exams that good? The three topics were gender/women’s history, the choice to drop the bomb, and postcolonial/poststructuralism. I did it on gender/women’s history and postcolonial/poststructuralism. Even if I fully bomb the test – which I don’t think I did – it’s only worth 10%. Not bad.

I brought my Yoda backpack to school and no one knew what to do, lulz. I’m going to use him for the rest of the month for sure since the Christmas shutdown is in a few days already. I can’t put too much in him. But he’s surprisingly roomy. I also have/had to eliminate half the crap I carried from my last bag. There’s quite a bit I don’t really need but I carry it “just in case.” And there’s still more I could get rid of! I’m a packrat. An over prepared one anyways!

I wish I could file a formal complaint against the style of customer service at my school. It’s horrendous. Maybe it’s because I work in customer service and hospitality myself. Not that I’m the best at that, no doubt. But I have to make the effort. I’ll call a phone number and get a “Hello?” No formal greeting or anything, no names. The least they could say is “Thank you for calling the registrar’s office at Nevada State College. My name is John Smith. How can I help you?”

And today, my professor needed to borrow a stapler to staple our exams together. I was the first one finished, so she asked me to get one for her as she couldn’t leave the room obviously. No problem. However, the girl at the front desk opened 1 drawer and was like, “we don’t have any office supplies, sorry!” I told her it was for my professor. It was the way she said it that made me wanna slap her. Also, she looked at me like I was asking for a purple elephant that balanced on a knife wearing skinny jeans. I felt so mistreated. Like get off your ass and help me, you lazy cunt. I’m like, “Are you sure? I need it for my teacher.” She opened the SAME DRAWER again and her next solution was “Maybe you could ask at another office?” I thanked her and she immediately went back to what she was doing, which was burying her ugly face in a binder reading printed out emails.

I should’ve asked for her name, her direct supervisor or something. I don’t know. I was so caught off-guard by her coldness that I didn’t know what to do. I’m used to giving good customer service, I expect to get it when I’m on the other side of the counter. Is my tuition funding her paycheck? Fuck that.

I went to the bookstore and they only had one and they couldn’t give it up. At least that girl was gracious. I could’ve gone to the library, I guess, but I kinda wanted to bolt. I went back to class and let my professor know. She gave me a look like “Really?” I don’t know if she thinks I was lying, but I told her they were rude at the front desk, so I hope she said something to them.

I decided to write a letter to the editor of the school paper. I hope they print it! I’m pretty sure we haven’t had a new newspaper released since summer. So hopefully it’ll be enough to catch someone’s eye.

I wanted to go to the movies after to see “Armored” but I didn’t have any cash and I didn’t want to pay with my check card. Finding an ATM that doesn’t charge me withdrawal fees was a pain in the ass. My fave ATM to hit on the way home from school was “temporarily down.” I was like, “I’m not chasing after a damn ATM to pay for the movie,” so I went home and passed out.

I woke up, sore and achy all over, vestiges from the epic package hauling from the front desk to the convention. I really need to get in shape. I don’t know. I don’t feel like making an effort, lol. I like chilling and be lazy. Investing precious lazy time in exercising isn’t my ideal way to spend a part of my day. Even if it’s supposed to make me feel better.

Still fleshing out the stories I was telling you about. I wish I could just beam my thoughts out to the computer and let it type it out for me. Then all I’d have to do is edit the shit out of it. I think that’s the best part, editing stuff you’ve written.

I should get some sleep but the nap was kinda good. I’m set for a few hours. I think I should sort out some of the stories. They deserve to be chipped away little by little.

I posted a new mixtape at Nothing but Song: “Lady Beat,” featuring 10 songs apiece by Lady GaGa and Alphabeat. I love the vibe from both of them and together, they are amazing. Put it on shuffle and that playlist is sick.

?: “What song always gets stuck in your head?“

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