It never snows here in my desolate little town.
...until I finally get one bloody day off of work.
It always rains on my days off from work, which very few I get. This confuses me. There are so many sunny warm days lately here, so how are the odds that I never get one of them? I'm losing some kind of Karmic lottery. I have never seen it snow so much here in Montana in my meager year of residency. So, seeing David today is completely out of the question, as well as making it over to the university's computer labs so I can finish a multitude of homework.
Which brings me to my next topic. My morning class number six. Geography.
I don't think I've written any horror stories about my latest class so...Block six class started last week and the facist leaders of the administration office decided to randomly stick me in an open general ed class. No big deal, or so you'd think. Of all the classes I've detested this year, I think this one broke the record. The think about the block system this university has going is that you take one class at a time, for three hours a day, for three and a half weeks. Sounds absolutely easy. But there are more conflicts than meets the eye. First off, every three weeks you are thrust into new social groups, its too much like Survivor. So, every three weeks you have to make new friends and then lose them. Its terrible. Sometimes you don't even know what outrageous assortment of people you will be with. Its very impersonal. I like to ascociate and get along with my classmates, not hide mercilessly from them. I believe that last block was the only block where I was not violently shunned. I miss that class.
But back to the point...So, last week I walk into the room to discover possibly the most random group yet. Two of the students are possibly stalking me. (Which I'll get to later)...
So, the entire class work is posted onto an online system that we access through registration bullshit, with passwords and whatnot. I don't see the point in needing a password and login to get my homework. As if I care if somebody else reads/steals it? Well, the registrars refuse to give me a sign on/password. Ridiculous right? I still haven't figured this out. Well, story is, now I've missed two weeks of stuff and the professor is sending me pissed off emails. Even though this is ENTIRELY NOT MY FAULT THAT THE EDUCATION SYSYTEM IS FUCKED. It is. I stand by that. I want to rally and protest. But we shall get to that another time. Another thing I would like to address is stalkers. My school, I've noticed, has a large number of older students. The name italicized because it is my own personal community slang term. So, older students...I classify them as 30+ that go to class and continue to hit on the poor 19 year olds. Like me. It has come to the point where I am afraid to come to class. The point where they come to my job and seek me out or follow me down the street or to my radio show. ITS SICKENING I TELL YOU. Time to pull out the trusty restraining order? I mean, how am I supposed to get any school work done when there are gross older men lurking behind you in class sending you love notes.
The cure? Be a feminist bitch. Carry pepper spray. Learn the "slap, grab & pull", and treat them like dirt. They go away soon enough. Make sure to block all Myspace contact, etc. They like to prey there too.
Then the question really boils down to...why me? Well, easy explanation:
I go EVERYWHERE alone, often fairly late at night. My daytime hours follow the same routine, unless I have a day off from work. I have multiple work/school friends on Myspace who have left work/class related comments from which one could travel to their profile and see where it is I work. I also have a livejournal that would be easy to find using Google and a few key words. I am also ridiculously approachable, because I never have anyone with me, often haunt desolate places, and am generally awkward, if not completely unnoticeable. Must be the small, real tits.
Yeah...anyway...
I should post up some pictures I've taken lately, not that I've had the chance...
So, we're boring and pictureless today unless I find something online that strikes my fancy...
I'm going to get morbid and do some writing on the story.
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