10-28-01

   Some basic figures about my week; muttering "I am surrounded by idiots" and the like, up by 40%. Sleeping patterns disturbed 34% more often. Stress up 56%. Grumbling decleararions such as "I'm moving north the DAY, I graduate!" up by at least 71%. General disillsionment with people as a species, up by 99.9%.

    Yup, it's been a crap-tastic week. Let's review shall we?

    Monday, I don't really remember much of. I meet the person who became my new roommate, she seemed bearable. Monday evening, was told that she was moving in, on Tuesday.

    Tuesday.   Roommate started to move in. General chaos. Stess over American Lit. paper. Government is high point of day. That's really saying something.

   Wednesday. Roommate completely moved in, problems begin immediatly. She's a freshman with perceived issues. Issues which she never shuts up about. Write American Lit paper, be amazed at the lack of information published after 1950 about author. Since am, doing a contempory analysis of author, cry in carreal that is decorated with amusingly outdated grafftii. Pad paper to high heaven, and hope that professer thinks 1942 is recent.
    Thursday. Hand in paper, feel immense waves of releif that other people's papers look more pitiful.

Friday. More of the same. Decide if any easily obtainable poisons will permantly render roommate slient. IM friends, bitch about week.

Saturday. Be lazy. Resolve to like roommate dies in record time. Triumph in creating lesbian superfamily in The Sims.

Sunday. Roommate staggers in at 10 a.m., does not flush the toliet before falling into bed. Have a tiny flash of pity for roommate, pity gone by 10:30. Get donuts, computer system is down so clerk writes ID number and order. Hope that clerk loses peice of paper that order and ID are written on before the network is fixed. Read paper while listening to ESPN in the grill. Mutter to yourself about USA Today being America's dumbest paper. Read about new legislation, vow to send congratlatory e-mail to Russ Feingold, mutter about moving to Canada, try not cry on your Krispy Kreme. "If my child went a school that showed ESPN in the classroom, I'd yank them out of there so fast it wouldn't even be funny." Walk to bus stop, with intention of going to mal and buying wig for Halloween coustume. Discover that as of today, the bus routes have been changed so there no longer weekend service to the mall. Curse Hartline. Consider going to craft fair until it takes a $3 'donation', mutter something about having to pay to go somewhere I live. Dodge cars of rich old people who are attending fair. Update web page, wish that I had circulation in hands.