Bad beginning

Last week my senior year of college started. This should have been a joyous moment, for I am not only senior, I am a graduating senior. Big difference. A huge difference. It means that in less than ten months I will be receiving a diploma that states I have successfully managed to make them believe I give a shit. Which frankly I don't.

This momentous day was horrendous, the entire week was just down right fucking awful. I wanted to shoot someone, preferably me. It was in the top of worst experiences ever, which is damn impressive because I have voluntarily done a lot of stupid things, like snort chili powder (in my defense I was two at the time and my siblings told me to smell something they had put a straw in. That was the dawning of my severe trust issues. I mean who makes a two-year-old sniff chili powder? Pixistix on the other hand were all my own fault).

The year started with me spilling coffee in my first class, which is also a math class that is at 8:30 in the morning. I know some people who do not think that is early, but for a college student it is not early, it is fucking early. It is so early I normally cannot string two words together coherently. I know I am not the most eloquent person ever, I am just substantially worse before 10 a.m.

It does not help that I am a staff member for my school newspaper (which is freaking awesome!) and stay up late trying to get articles written. The next morning I am usually screwed because I get less than 5 hours of sleep. Basically my schedule sucks and I am a very bitter vindictive person.

My boss is evil. He asked me, well not just me, to write a story about my college experience, specifically about the college I go to, the college I pray will be blown up when I wake up in the morning, the college that is evil and wont let me move off campus. I hate my school, hence my boss being evil for asking me to write something positive. Pure evil. My attitude towards the school is a problem because I work in the marketing department. What's even more funny is that a few other people I work with hate the school just as much and we are spend the day writing press releases about how awesome it is. I am positive that is one of the reason I want to borrow Fionia from Burn Notice. Her understanding of explosives would be helpful.

Anyway I had been meaning to tell about the creepy event of the school year. Almost two weeks have passed since school started and it has all been Bad. Not bad, Bad. I have not been quite in my bitching (shocking. Note: sarcasm). Turns out the deans had heard what a bad time I was having and made me a card and cookies. I almost didn't eat the cookies because I thought they might be poisoned. Like I said earlier, it has been a Bad few weeks.

My roommate ended up eating a cookie before I could warn her. When she didn't die, or get nasty sick, I decided they were safe to eat. I think I might be a little paranoid. Nah.