*vent on* I HATE SCHOOL. I'm over it. Too much reading that can't be conquered, a job that won't cover tuition, faculty with their "gotchas" and mind games, mean theologians...staff members who want you for their numbers but don't necessarily want to keep you...broken printers in a multimillion-dollar facility. 

Yes, I know people are just people, Lord knows, I'm a side-eyeing sometimey chick half the week, but today? Today I don't need to see faculty who look like me ignore me, but then want me to take your class to keep your numbers up next semester. I know, secondhand, tenure tracking pressure on people of color, and I wish I could help you with your burden, but I can't. I'm overwhelmed as a student, so maybe, even though life is getting to you, think about where you were a few years ago, and maybe a prof had a supportive word for you...?

This place is so cold. I don't want to go home, but I don't want to be here, either.

*/vent*

Well-Meaning Students

Their benevolence is so soul-sucking.

Huh.

I wasn't allowed to change the title of this, so I'll just call myself the Ratchet Seminarian for three years.

Deal.

Zingers, Come back!

The time has come, people! Your childhood friends need you. Don't waffle in this, your hour of promise.

RUN, don't walk, to your Wonder-Hostess Bakery Shoppe and SAVE a box of Ding-Dongs, or Ho-Hos, or Sno-Balls, or yes, the (yechy) Twinkies. Hey, remember Zingers? With Snoopy and Charlie Brown? Don't you miss them? They miss you...

Damn you Atkins-Zombies! Don't make me go Charleton Heston on you! Save Interstate Bakeries! Save America! This is what outsourcing and fads get you. You unpatriotic tree-huggers! YOU ARE KILLING AMERICA! I hope you're happy.

I don't want to have to repeat myself.

Moving On

So, I'm moving this journal. I'll forward the info as it's prepared. Within the week.

Proooooocrastination!

I refuse to wash my hair. It's been a month. I seriously need to wash it, btu washing locs is such a pain in my butt. If I had a wife, she could wash it for me, or take me to the salon and drop off the credit card.

This is random, but I'm firming up the whole "don't need the institution of marriage" thing, and it's feeling okay. It ain't for everyone. And, actually, I feel superior to one friend who is such a staunch feminist she and her hubby are partners, but she needed the full princess wedding. Don't get me wrong, you can most certainly have your cake and eat it, too. I just like to smirk. Cuz I've never identified myself in gender politics.

'Ay!

Have I mentioned that my fridge smells like something crawled into it and died? and I can't locate the smell?

Have I mentioned that anyone who wants to go to Iraq for money and adventure is, IMHO, insane?

Have I mentioned Wal-mart is uncool? And the quality isn't tha great? And they screw women over? And smaller businesses?

Have I mentioned I'm not voting for john kerry, b/c I don't think he'll make a difference?

Have I mentioned I need a wife? A rich wife?

...just checking.