Stayed up all night Wednesday writing a paper, met with my CDE re:beer found in the room when I got suspended on about an hour and a half of sleep. This went fine, but I was pretty confused about what day it was all day. Managed to get to my Gender class to turn in the paper, but went home and slept through two more classes. GOOD STUDENT ACTIVATE. ( Read more... )

I AM THE BEST TIME MANAGER. LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT IT ( Read more... )

Neat, so while deftly avoiding an actual forty-hour work week, I did somehow manage to get myself scheduled to work every day from last Sunday to this coming Sunday, i.e. at least eight days in a row (maybe more!!). And even better, most of those fuckin' days are at the diner, which means I can make up to like $160 after taxes. Jesus Christ. That ( Read more... )

I have had roughly the weirdest day ever in the last twenty-four hours. LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT IT ( Read more... )

I told my brother that I was editing the school paper, and he asked what style handbook we were using. I just pointed to myself. I AM the style handbook--that means the words "freshmen" and "underlcassmen" are not allowed because they're sexist and everything gets hyphenated. Commas go inside the quotation marks. No British spellings of anything. ( Read more... )

I miss my old job ( Read more... )