Happiness is a Warm Gun

One of the best days to sit outside and people watch on campus is the first day back after a break. This is the optimal time because a) everyone comes to campus during the first few days of school, because everyone hopes this semester will be different than the last, and that they'll actually come to class once in a while. And b) people dress to impress. Whether it's in the new clothing they received for Christmas or just a fresh clean start to the school year-- self expression is in full swing. It's really a beautiful day.

Sooner or later, people stop coming to class, girls and boys dress in what ever they rolled out of bed wearing that morning, and are in such a routine mode that all self expression is lost.

I went and bought a few new books to read the other day. I always feel burnt out on reading textbooks and materials for class that I don't have any sort of will to read for leisure. I love reading. I was one of the huge AR nerds all through school. I can zip through books in no time, hungry for more. So I have decided to make time to read. If I spend a few hours a night reading, I'll feel intelligent again.

I've started with a collection of biographical essays by Jen Lancaster. It's called "Bright Lights, Big Ass", a book about the city life not being everything Carrie Bradshaw makes it out to be.

Something interesting she's done in the book-- she has little inserts of emails she has sent her friends. There is one in particular I like: She sends an email shitlist, of things/places/people that have reserved their own special spot on her shitlist. I thought I might try this.

Shitlist for January ( so far)

2 sorostitutes- I know that daddy pays for your every whim and fancy. So when you come into a restaurant and see a college student just like you working his or her ass off just to pay the bills, maybe a 12 cent tip isn't the best choice. Especially if the waitress kisses your ass throughout the course of your meal, simply hoping to make ends meet. You've already done her a great diservice by coming in 10 minutes before close. Just remember, these people, that serve you-- can spit in your food if they see you in the place again.

The Maintenance man- this is a small apartment complex. If I call in and request that my leaking bathtub faucet (profusely leaking!) be fixed because it's upping the bill for everyone else, please get your ass over here ASAP. I also have a job and cannot wait here all day and night wondering if today is the day you're going to grace me with your presence.

Texas Tech University Student Business Services- Since when has giving someone the money you own them become a series of beaucratic steps designed to do nothing more than charge the student more by bringing in a third party, in turn keeping their money tied up in paper work?? How does it cost less to have someone send out credit cards than it does to mail someone a fucking check? If I tried to pay my tuition with some kind of voucher or gift card, Texas Tech would throw a fit. They always want their money when they want it, how ludicrous to deny that right to all of the people keep Texas Tech in business. Shouldn't it be less obvious that it's all one big business lie? Shouldn't the students be proud of their schools?

That's it for now. Maybe I'll add to it next time.