We are far too young and clever
And things won't ever change.
24 March 2004
4:26 p.m.
No major changes. Instead of working out Monday night, I ordered $20 worth of takeout and b/p'ed it. No, I can't really afford to do that, and yes, I know I'm a screw-up. I can stop b/p'ing for a few weeks, but I always relapse. It's like it's never totally out of my system, just in remission. I'm cool with that, though.
My normal eating is ok, not really consistent (I didn't eat til 9pm yesterday) but ok, calorie-wise. I don't feel like I've lost any weight lately, or put any on, really. My weight is maddeningly stable. Which doesn't make it ok.
I lost my keys last week, which was horrible. Car keys, house key, dorm keys, everything. Let me recount The Saga. So I lose my keys Tuesday night. I was in the Student Union that night, so I call them Wednesday afternoon, and sure enough, my keys are there. They tell me I can come pick them up whenever. I don't feel like schlepping over there Wednesday, so I decide to wait til Thursday. But Thursday I made a considered decision to sleep all day and just get the keys Friday. I don't really need them, we left our suite door unlocked. So I go Friday morning to get them. There's this stupid, ditzy, bleach blonde sorority girl working the info desk, where my keys are. And she can't fucking find them. She's like, "Well, sorry, I don't know what to tell you. They're not here." What the hell. I was supposed to go to my grandmother's and everything. Even a monkey can probably keep track of keys for two damn days. The stupid frat matress tells me to come back Monday, when the supervisor gets in. So I go back Monday and the supervisor tells me she gave the keys to the locksmith and to call him about them. So I call him all day Monday, and he's never in his office. I finally get him around 3:45 and ask about my keys. And he's like, "Well, any keys we get, we go ahead and recycle, so sorry." Man, I just sat down in the floor when I heard that. Apparently, my keys are a molten pile. But he says he'll go back in the shop and check, and, lo and behold!, my keys! Woo! Unfortunately, those bastards close up shop at 4pm, so I tell him I'll come at 7:30 Tuesday morning. Ok. So Tuesday morning, I walk over to the building and I can't find him, and I ask some dude where the locksmith is, and he's like, "You've got the wrong building." Apparently, the locksmith is like, 5 miles off campus, near where the big greenhouse I work in is, instead of where I thought. Ok. So then I have class from 8-10, and I call one of my off-campus friends, C, to see if she'll pick me up and drive me out there. So she does, and, after checking several buildings out there, I find the right one. And the fucking guy isn't there. So I tell C just to leave me and I'll go work my shift at the greenhouse. I'm calling the locksmith, like, every five minutes and I finally get him on the phone and he says to come over and I get my keys! Woohoo! Mission accomplished. But now I have keys and no car (at the greenhouse.) So when I finish working I call C again to see if she'll pick me up. And she says no! She doesn't feel like going out again, even to help a friend she's know for, like, 8 fucking years. And let me tell you: C only has one class, and it's at like, 2pm on Wednesday and Friday. She doesn't work. All she does all day is sit on her ass and watch TV. So it's not like she was doing shit. I mean, I know she's not my chauffeur. But I was totally floored at how lazy and uncaring she was. I honestly would have done it for her. There would have been some good-natured bitching, but certainly would have done it. So I tell her to go fuck herself and get a ride with someone else. I mean, I'm right, right? She wasn't busy and it would have taken her 10 minutes. Selfish bitch. She's a spoiled only child. Anyway.
Also, what the fuck was the student union thinking only keeping my keys there for two damn days before sending them off for destruction? Especially since I called and everything! Assholes. This whole thing has made me pretty disillusioned with the university. I'm sick of it anyway. I'm ready to get the hell out of there.
Ok, congrats if you read all that. Sorry if I made typos, but I don't feel like reading it. Leave a comment and tell me I'm right.
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