*facedesk*

This has been a generally shitty week. I'm glad it's over. I'm also glad that I'm going to the mall tonight so I can lay the smackdown on the bitches who sold me my iPod. You know, the one that doesn't work?

The computer is registering the iPod. But the iTunes software is not. In the meantime, I am without music and therefore without running and PKing and the Feather is getting antsy.

School sucked this week, too. Classes-wise and "Oh, we decided to hold off opening the dorms until 2007"-wise. Bastards.

Also I am getting poorer. I need a job but there aren't any, not for me anyway. Jobs require cars and less than two random hours of the day taken up on bus rides and no time for studying.

Note to self: call James re: Martha's Vineyard.

I'm meeting Dave in the gym at 11:30 so he can teach me kung fu. Or something. It sounded like a good idea at the time, but not I just want to spend the lunch break sleeping or hanging out in the Pit-that's-not-the-Pit (that is, if I can find it. Quinn's directions were kind of vague.)

Hell. I better run off to class now.

Damn you, iPod Shuffle. Damn you.

*facedesk*

This has been a generally shitty week. I'm glad it's over. I'm also glad that I'm going to the mall tonight so I can lay the smackdown on the bitches who sold me my iPod. You know, the one that doesn't work?

The computer is registering the iPod. But the iTunes software is not. In the meantime, I am without music and therefore without running and PKing and the Feather is getting antsy.

School sucked this week, too. Classes-wise and "Oh, we decided to hold off opening the dorms until 2007"-wise. Bastards.

Also I am getting poorer. I need a job but there aren't any, not for me anyway. Jobs require cars and less than two random hours of the day taken up on bus rides and no time for studying.

Note to self: call James re: Martha's Vineyard.

I'm meeting Dave in the gym at 11:30 so he can teach me kung fu. Or something. It sounded like a good idea at the time, but not I just want to spend the lunch break sleeping or hanging out in the Pit-that's-not-the-Pit (that is, if I can find it. Quinn's directions were kind of vague.)

Hell. I better run off to class now.

Damn you, iPod Shuffle. Damn you.