[Journal] End, Spring Quarter

Jun 11, 2006 14:36

I need to remind myself to invite Sandaime over for a Hannibal-style "polite" dinner-party this summer. I have to thank him properly for sucking me into this goddamn position here at Beachside. I would never have wanted to miss out on the joys of the moronic paperwork, staff, and students of this incredible campus.

I just thank GOD Vegas is only five hours away, and the Mashu Indian Casino is an hour and a half out of town. There are some perks to this job. You were a smart bastard, Sandaime, setting me up with an all access pass - I give you that.

I can breathe easy after this next week finishes, until the supposedly graduating seniors come calling begging to know why they missed some fucking Political Science class they needed to graduate.

Dear God and burbon,

This is Tsunade. Remember me? Please give me the strength to get through this last week of finals and the funding for an on-campus gambling association. A new pair of shoes would be appreciated as well. Some punk keyed my nice heels. I don't even know how, but he did.

Yours Respectfully,
Tsunade.

PS: I'm longing for the good old days of my internship at the Hospital. Sandaime, you are going down.
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