I have a midterm this evening in my Foundations of Library Science class. The professor is obsessed with handouts, which I promptly lose, because he promised they'd be up on the class website before the exam.

Guess what? They're not. And I wouldn't bitch, because I have physical handouts somewhere, except that he said they would be there, and they ( Read more... )

Okay, you know what, Reds brass? Fuck you. That's right, all of you. First you traded Griffey, which...okay. He never really did live up to the hype, he was made of mostly glass, and you could tell he was getting tired of being on a losing team.

But Dunn? Adam Dunn was classy in a way Griffey never was. He signed autographs. He was good to his young ( Read more... )

OMGWTF FUCK YOU, GEORGE R. R. MARTIN. SERIOUSLY. YOU ARE A BASTARD ON A TRULY WHEDONESQUE SCALE--AND I DIDN'T SPEND 2500 PAGES* READING ABOUT WASH AND BOOK. YOU ARE GIVING THAT TORCHWOOD GUY A RUN FOR HIS ASSHOLE-MONEY YOU MAGNIFICENT FUCKING BASTARD.

NOW IF YOU'LL EXCUSE ME I HAVE ANOTHER 400 PAGES LEFT TO GO AND ANOTHER BOOK TO BUY AND PLEASE SER ( Read more... )

This day has been incredibly annoying.

We're busy, but not in the steady all-day way. Instead we have bursts of frenetic activity followed by long, boring droughts. And the Internet, my only source of distraction, is so slow that it timed out three times just trying to get to the "post entry" page.

I called my psychologist on my break, only to find ( Read more... )

Beauties Get Geek Makeovers

Aw, fuck no. I hate--hate hate hate hate hate the very idea of this show. Pretty airheaded girls and brilliant ugly guys--because there's no middle ground, you know, and God forbid the girls should be the brilliant ones. But now? That's just too fucking much. Being a geek isn't about being ugly--and it's not just bad ( Read more... )

It's raining so hard that it's actually roaring on the roof of the library. But does that keep the kids away? NO! They just run from the middle school to the library, fling their wet things all over the furniture, and compete with the distant thunder for volume. Joy.

I really don't hate kids. In fact, I made faces with a toddler for most of the ( Read more... )

Dear Bank: You can has stabbity. There were three customers in the bank. I saw at least four employees in the building. So why did it take me twenty minutes to get my money?* I just wanted to be able to buy a Mountain Dew so that I could stay conscious this afternoon. And also to buy Torchwood this evening at Best Buy. I got the Mountain Dew, but ( Read more... )

Arrrrr.

I was supposed to go to training today, but it was canceled on account of...my car wouldn't start. Again.

So here I am, sitting at work, completely superfluous. We have three library assistants and two reference people, and a page is supposed to show up later on tonight. I am not even supposed to be at the branch today.

The worst part is? I ( Read more... )

It's probably a good thing that I didn't get to watch the academic team match, after all.

See, I stopped by the high school to wish Maria luck, and my mom happened to mention that she'd just been chewed out by another parent over--of all things--saving seats at the match. Apparently he called her a liar twice and told her to shut up four times. Now ( Read more... )

Aghfflflrrjdlkgjer.

I went to the optometrist today. Aside from the glaucoma test, which makes me all twitchy, it's usually a fairly benign experience. Except this time.

The new contacts they gave me are too heavily weighted, so they're all droopy and uncomfortable. They're going to order a better brand--fine. I went home and switched them for my ( Read more... )