In other news: Jenn has told me that I am her god. She will use me as the template for how she reacts to life the rest of the semester because she got torn apart when she was doing a story for fiction class, or so she says, that's why she didn't come to lunch with me and Kiki, and she was like 'I need to be more like you, because you just wouldn't give a shit.' Jenn speaks true. I don't give a shit. Actually, today, Matt, one of my professors, my favorite one, was like 'you're always in a griping mood...' and he asked me why because he said when I smiled I didn't look like I was in one. I told him I was an enigma, and that was that... Rebecca agrees with Matt. I'm not going to my class tomorrow. I'm giving myself another day off, three weeks after my first... or two. Hell, it might have been two. But, you know what? I don't care. I've gotten 'A's on both the papers, and turned in all the responses but the one that will be due tomorrow, which I don't want. So, I'm not in danger of dropping my grade that much, if anything I'll have to settle for a 'B,' and while I did think it possible that I could earn straight A's for the first time ever, I'm okay with not getting such a feat attributed to my person. The class doesn't matter, and even if it did it was probably just for my major, when my minor is what is important to me.
In other other news: I'm broke. No, seriously, I'm broke. BEYOND broke, really. 11 dollars in the hole That's never happened before. Actually, it might have before, but certainly not in my immediate memory, I don't think it has. I blame my parents. Why? Because they were supposed to put money in on Sunday, then Monday, then yesterday, and then my harpy mother was like 'I'll put some in when I finish work.' Did she? No. Fucking harpy. It's her own damned fault, her stupid birthday coming up and making me buy her another present that she doesn't deserve. Honestly, she got to say that she would take away my presents from me when I was a kid, why can't I do the same now? As The Legend Of Billie Jean tells us: fair is fair. Anyway, yeah, broke, being broke sucks. Comics were purchased with my credit card, which I will pay for myself, although it is their fault.
Off to potty!