Post Prom
Prom is over, thank the Lord. I still never understood what was so appealing about a bunch of little whiney brats pretending to be grown up. Oh how laughable! Yes, let us ponder on how mature they are: perhaps about all the calls I have received from pot-riddled highschool punks wanting to rent Dumb & Dumber (that should tell you right there) tuxes. Then these two prats came in one night and decided they were going dressed as a moose and a zebra. Fine, if you little twerps want to get kicked out 5 minutes in and pay me $65 each, fine by me.
The good news is that finals are almost over and all the trash will go back to Cook County. And how we will have to listen to BJ White moan about how terrible we are all our for daring to point out that his Global Campus shit is a dismal failure, and that he is in violation of the state Whistleblowers Act. Typical academic swill. I see that Duke's pathetic attempt to prevent lawsuit from lacrosse players has failed.
But beyond that, the weather is getting hotter, and as a result so am I. Yes, unfortunately, natures call which is forcibly inbedded in all is wrecking havoc. All the ladies walk around in their capris, and halters, and the tube tops. Those are the worst. Unlike most others of my gender, its not the Ts and As that catch first my attention. Not to say, they are not entirely irrellevant, because I liked playing with them when the oppurtunity was there. But what really attracts me are shoulders and necks. If you have that, I can go far.
But mostly its the company I miss. Toby doesn't lake anything for conversation, but I don't have anyone beyond him to confide anything. Not that I have much, but I can't tell my parents everything I think. I cannot burden my friends on everything-they should not have to give a shit. You know, its to the point where I wish I was always at work. Why? That's my social life. I get to talk and mingle with customers-many the type of people who would not even give me the time of day on any other occasion. It's not romance (haha-sorry the whole absurdity of the thought), but it least it is not boring.
By the way, I have Project H for this year narrowed down to two ideas. I even made it easy so you clowns should know what it is this time!
A very good evening to you all.
The good news is that finals are almost over and all the trash will go back to Cook County. And how we will have to listen to BJ White moan about how terrible we are all our for daring to point out that his Global Campus shit is a dismal failure, and that he is in violation of the state Whistleblowers Act. Typical academic swill. I see that Duke's pathetic attempt to prevent lawsuit from lacrosse players has failed.
But beyond that, the weather is getting hotter, and as a result so am I. Yes, unfortunately, natures call which is forcibly inbedded in all is wrecking havoc. All the ladies walk around in their capris, and halters, and the tube tops. Those are the worst. Unlike most others of my gender, its not the Ts and As that catch first my attention. Not to say, they are not entirely irrellevant, because I liked playing with them when the oppurtunity was there. But what really attracts me are shoulders and necks. If you have that, I can go far.
But mostly its the company I miss. Toby doesn't lake anything for conversation, but I don't have anyone beyond him to confide anything. Not that I have much, but I can't tell my parents everything I think. I cannot burden my friends on everything-they should not have to give a shit. You know, its to the point where I wish I was always at work. Why? That's my social life. I get to talk and mingle with customers-many the type of people who would not even give me the time of day on any other occasion. It's not romance (haha-sorry the whole absurdity of the thought), but it least it is not boring.
By the way, I have Project H for this year narrowed down to two ideas. I even made it easy so you clowns should know what it is this time!
A very good evening to you all.