sha-la-la-fuck

I hate the Counting Crows.

Fucking Mr. Jones!

It is stuck in my head, if I sha-la-la-la-la one more time I’m going to hit myself in the face! Eye spasm.

People at work keep asking me why I’m here weird hours and basically I’ve been lying through my teeth. I don’t want to tell anyone. My bosses know, the two people I like here know. But other than that I didn’t want it being a big deal. I hate talking to these people and it would make it harder to do that if they actively searched me out to ask me questions. So lately, I’ve resorted to lying. It’s just easier after all.

Today has been interesting so far. I for some reason can’t keep my lies straight so I accidentally told Heidi that I’m leaving to go back to school. She was the one person I said I wouldn’t tell, not because I hate her or anything. Just because I knew she would freak out, she’s a tad anal/obsessive-compulsive/picky/abrupt/goody two shoed. Surprisingly she was ok with it, I actually waited for her to throw a tantrum. Waited for the wobbling and turning red and yelling. I got nothing. She said she was happy I was getting out of this hell hole. And then the unthinkable happened. She walked over to my desk and put a little green post it on my phone saying “I lied… I’m sad you’re leaving. I’m going to miss you!” I almost fell out of my chair. So unexpected!

My first day of classes were good, a little slow but good. My first class is death and dying. It was ok, there is a hot/yummy/tattooed/angry guy in it that I’m lusting after. That’ll be distracting, sigh. But it does sound like an interesting class, I can’t wait to take general psychology. My math class is taught by a man from Zimbabwe, I can barely understand him. The topic seems easy enough though, like Satan said she taught herself from her textbook. I see that happening a lot in this class. I also think I’m in the top three in that class. Not the sharpest knives in the drawer.

The only bad thing so far is the down time in between. And the parking! Ugh. It’s like tactical warfare to get a spot there. I actually stole someone’s spot, thus I had to sit in my car for like ten so they didn’t come and kill me. Doors locked. Hee.

Today I have my communication class, it’s almost four hours! Oh god, I just thought about that. Yuck. Oh well, one day a week is easy enough though. I get to pick my books up today, five hundred dollars later. I hate paying for things. I do have some homework that’s due on Wednesday so I’m glad I can get them today. I would have gone in there and raised hell. I tend to do that sometimes.

I’m glad I have unlimited texts because yesterday I went a little bit crazy. I was bored and tired so I bothered Satan as well as everyone else I could think of. I don’t discriminate when it comes to annoying people. He he he. One thing that’s good about the whole college thing is the people watching. Some people wear the strangest things. Wear their hair in the funniest ways. And last but not least some of people there are ugly as dirt. I’m sure my next post will be about my pet peeves for school, but other than a girl tripping me with her rolling backpack I was pretty level on the anger yesterday.

Backpacks on wheels? Really? Do you actually have so many books and school supplies you need to put it in a bag and roll it around with you? Are you that worried about the stress carrying that on your back (LIKE A NORMAL PERSON!) is going to do to your shoulders? Because logically pulling it around with you using one arm is going to fatigue your body just as much as wearing it on your back is. Eventually your one arm will get tired so you’ll switch and those muscles will deteriorate. Ha. You deserve it backpack on wheels bitch!

I’m working so hard right now. I really deserve a raise. Oh wait, it’s possibly my last week here. DARN. I’m so sad about that fact. Like real depressed. Torn up from the floor up and whatnot… I just love getting paid to sit here and write my blog. And next I’m going to take a break and eat lunch. I packed my own today, Yum!

I was just spellchecking this and sha-la-la-la made me start singing it again, FML.

I’m also a teeny bit upset right now about my Twilight stickers. I can’t find them. I’m about ready to tear my room apart to find them. I want to put them on my planner and in my folder. I’m five and I want to put stickers on my school shit. Jesus.

Fuck it, I’m going to eat my lunch at 10:48 a.m. I’m starving!