A rolling Michelle gathers no moss.

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Who'll break the tie?

Well, my friends, welcome to another adventure deep into the annals of my collective psyche. Ready for the trip? Well, here we go, moving right along, onto the day. Yes, everyone came back on campus between last night and today, and I woke without interruption around 11:30 or so. At breakfast, saw Michelle and her "sister," Christy, then the rest of KBH followed. I noticed...KBH sounds too much like KGB. Are we a Russian mafia group? Hmm...anyway, after breakfast, onto Esopus where Wyatt handed me two games to borrow...Music Generator 2 and .Hack//Infection. 2 new games! YAY! Much fun will go to them. Soon after, I played a new board game with Wyatt/Michelle, Christy, Lex, and Nick. Cranium equals hilarity. I find my favorite category to be star performer. People will do anything to get the clue across to their partner, even roll around on the floor or spin like a tornado. The team of Nick and Wyatt won just barely, with Lex and I coming in a close last. Then, after Wyatt recieved some battle wounds, onto dinner, and off on our separate ways after. I got most of my essay done, and later voice chatted with Annie, talked to Sarah--she has now more reason to do the DM grind! Finally, I had a song party with Bri, giving her more P.D.Q. Bach to share. After everyone left, the PS2 was no longer occupied, and I wrote my first song on Music Generator 2. I really loved the first one...I think I like the second one better. Now...1 AM? Bedtime awaits. 4 classes tomorrow. So...join me next time when I may very well bring you another...(deep bass voice) Report from Hoople!

Nighty night, all.

I need to vent...

Of course. Of course. Again, fate fucks me up the ass. For the last three weeks, I've been trying to get a job at ShopRite and Starbucks. Anything not to have to go back to McDs. I've constantly hounded them almost daily since then, and 2 weeks ago, I finally got ahold of the manager, only to find out that she's not hiring part time and temps. There's one strike. I also got ahold of the ShopRite hiring manager about that time, and so I went in for an interview. I thought there was some hope, and so I took a drug test which I had no worries about, but I was given a 100-question questionnaire, testing my honesty. Most of it asked questions like "in the last 3 years have you ever taken anything...taken money...yelled at a customer...yelled at a manager, etc." So I answered as honestly as I did, marking in for most of them "never," and a few of them "once or twice." Some asked like, "have you ever thought about taking money or items but never did?" I said, yes. I've thought about it. Did I ever? Nope. So, I thought I was good. ShopRite sent the questionnaire to some company and the drug test out. Told me I'd find out in a few days. So I call them just now, and find out I'm "not qualified." They can't hire me. What the fuck?! I punched my desk in anger, and screamed as loud as I could into a pillow. 3 weeks...wasted...when I could have been back at McDs instantly, and had 3 paychecks to my credit. Maybe I could have actually bought all my textbooks that I need. No...I wanted something better, and just when it was in my reach, it was taken from me. What a fuckin' waste. This whole goddamn year...the system does not treat poor college students very kindly at all. The whole year it's been a constant scrape for money, and my parents can't (as much as they want to) help me...they're having money problems of their own...my stepdad just had his paycheck bounce, and shortly after that, his company closed down, everyone getting laid off. Brilliant. Once again, the cloud of deregistration begins to form over my head. Now...it looks like I'm faced with no choice but to go back to McDs. Fuck. Fuck it all. Fuck everything. I'm fed up with the system. Lately, several options have come into my head. I might just leave it all, go back home, and work for a year before going to a college in Massachusetts. I've always wanted to go to college...but I never wanted to leave because of fucking money. Money sucks. Capitalism in general sucks. If I'm gonna leave, it should be by my own choosing, not because I can't afford it. So, here I am, pissed. Both jobs have screwed me over, so tomorrow, I request my job back at McDs, as much as I don't fuckin' want to.

I got to get out of here. Class awaits. Maybe I'll feel better later.