Oh, the irony...part two.

Remember that mood a few days ago, in which I felt particularly devious, when my roommate got the call from RPS saying that they can't make a decision to approve him for a single because he still owes MCLA an outstanding balance of the full semester's fees?

Well, it's back again.

What's the reason this time around? Remember that letter I had reproduced from RPS, the one telling me basically "pay up or get out"? Well, he just got that. He has until the 21st, otherwise he can't come back.

The miracle he was hoping for, that his dad would pay for it, hasn't, and won't come through. And now, my roommate is in the exact same boat with me.

He too, is going home.

Oh, he's pissed. And he has every right to be, because I was the same way when reality slapped me in the face. Normally, I would have sympathy, because, this is a sucky situation, a situation that I hope none of you will have to arrive at. However, because of the way he is, because he didn't even do anything to look for other possible sources of funds, because he never bothered to get a job or anything to possibly help his situation because he's so pompous and arrogant, I have not a shred of sympathy. My last shred of sympathy went when he started to make plans for this room for when I'm gone, shortly after I had decided to go home and wasn't in any mood for pity.

And he's just coming to this final realization now. I've known for over a month.

Now he really needs a miracle, or Room 514 of Berkshire Towers will have two new people in here next semester. Granted, it's still possible, but I'm not holding my breath.

What was that I said about ultimately having the last laugh?

Corn that tastes like candy...SON OF A BITCH!

I had two major revelations today, and both of them came while I was at work tonight, oddly enough.

1) Today was the last day of classes. I didn't know this until around 10 or so tonight when someone told me. Which means my Modern World was the last class I will take at MCLA. Sweet!

2) I had thought I had 4 finals, 2 coming on Monday, 2 on Tuesday. I now have 2 finals--1 on Monday, 1 on Tuesday. How did I come to this conclusion? Well, I had my last Computing test (which I ripped a new asshole for) today, and the final for my Essentials of Lit class is a take-home final that's due tomorrow morning. All I do is hand it in, and that's that. The two finals I have: Modern World on Monday, 3:30 to 5:30; Winds Aloft and Squiggly Lines on Tuesday, 10:30 AM to 12:30 PM. After finals' end, there will be a Bob (and a possible Rob) in the parking lot ready to help me move shit. When finished, I will say goodbye to MCLA forever...well, the physical campus, anyway. I won't be rid of them forever until I pay that huge balance off.

Anyway, today I had expected to be a hell day--a day where I had planned to knock off the rest of the mass of work all due this week. And I did--and had free time, which was something I wasn't banking on. I thought that only now, after getting out of work, I'd finally relax. But no. The assignment for Computing took me a lot less than I had anticipated, which made all the difference. So, I went to work, and was there until 1 AM. Got back, and talked to April for a little bit. After, I finished the little bit left for my Essentials of Lit project, and now I can relax.

Despite classes' end, I still have to wake at 9, just to hand in my final project to Annie Raskin. I'm debating--depending on how awake I am, I'll either hand it in, then go back to sleep until I have to go to work, or just stay awake and do some more work on my VGV before work.

Ehh, whatever. To those in NP still doing finals, I hope you've been conquering them. I know Julio's taken a Viking warrior stance, and all of you should as well. Yet, I'll be taking finals when you all are home.

Ahh, home...to think, I am actually looking forward to going back to that nuthouse. I know the novelty will wear off, but I can't wait to leave.

Nighty night, all.