September 04, 2002 :: 11:47 p.m.
the collective intelligence of worker bees
Today I got a parking ticket. I'm quite perturbed about this, because, you see, I was parked in the "resident student lot." Being a resident student, why shouldn't I park there? Oh, because apparently I have a freakish "Gold Lot" sticker, and I'm supposed to park there. Not in the resident student lot - that's the "Red Lot." Hrmph. It would have helped if someone had told me WHERE THE FUCK the Gold Lot is, because you know, I looked, but it's not on any of the campus maps. So tomorrow Adam and I are going to take my ticket to wherever it is that I'm supposed to take the ticket, and I'm going to complain. Because just... no. No. I'm not paying a $30 parking ticket when I was never even informed of the fact that I'm supposed to be parking someplace other than the resident student lot, especially when said "someplace other" isn't on any map, anywhere. It's like it doesn't even exist. Do not give me a parking ticket for not parking in a lot that doesn't exist, you bastardly (yes, bastardly, I didn�t intend to say dastardly) parking nazis. Grr. Argh.
In other news... hmm. Not much other news. I saw a guy walking down the street with either a guitar and a plunger. Ahem. I would like to know exactly what one does with a six-stringed musical instrument and a suction cup-esque toilet unclogging device. Because all I can come up with are really bizarre nerd masturbation things, and these are not images that I need in my head right now. Or ever, for that matter.
Wanna know something funny? I was in the lounge earlier, reading my anthro book, and I actually drooled. I didn't know it until something landed on my shirt and I went, "oh, I must be drooling." Or something like that. Just goes to show you that my anthropology book isn't the most fascinating read in the universe. Actually, chapter 3 is interesting. Too bad I wasn't supposed to be reading that one. I got half-way through it before I remembered that he assigned chapter 7, not chapter 3. Suckage. And droolage, too, as an extra added bonus.
The activity fair thing was this afternoon. It's when all the campus groups set up little tables and such. I didn't go. I sort of wanted to, but I didn't. I'm not cut out for groups. I'm too anti-social. I don't play well with others. But I'm sort of disappointed that I didn't go. I don't know why. I walked past it when I went to the college center to use the MAC machine, and it was crawling with people, of course. Uck. But still. There was one group that I really did want to check out, and maybe one or two others that seem kind of interesting. Including, surprisingly, the thing that Adam is in. It sounds like a good cause and whatnot, but it doesn't matter. I probably won't try to get into it, because I don't want to be all intrudey. You know? Maybe I'm being paranoid, but hey, that's nothing new. Paranoia is my trademark. But yeah, basically, I skipped the activity fair, so it looks like I'll continue being Little Miss Misanthrope and just make my own fun. Not that I have a problem with that, because I really don't. I generally dislike people and have no strong urge to be in their presence, but urg... there was an animal group! And animal outreach group that helps at shelters and saves kitties! And I wanted to check it out, but alas.
Now I miss my cats. Sad.
I have a meeting with this person, Dr. Lasky, tomorrow at 1:15. It's about a work study job. Fun times? Not really. I'm sort of kicking myself for getting into this, but seriously, I need some money. I don't want to mooch off of my parents any more than I already am. It's time to suck it up and get a really easy clerical job where I'll work 6-8 hours a week. Heh. Not much of a job, really. So I guess it's okay.
Well, dears, I'm going to head off to bed now. My alarm will be ringing in 8 hours, and if I'm well-rested then I'm slightly less cranky than usual. 'Night.
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