anonymouse

If yesterday's entry didn't convey my discontent with my peers at the University of Miami, I hope this entry will rectify that.

So. I was at a computer in the library. I needed to print out a document from the Blackboard/Courses website for my Abnormal Psych class. I left my bag on the chair because there wasn't anything valuable in it after I took out my digital camera, and I went over to the printers. For whatever reason printer number 10 wasn't working. I went over to the tech girl for some help, and she and her friend the asshole with a ponytail couldn't figure out what was wrong. This took about 6 minutes. I went back to the computer to check my email, and there was an asshole sitting at the computer I was using. A very ugly, sweaty asshole. Why is he there? Where is my backpack? Oh, it's at the front desk. There's this absolutely ridiculous rule that a computer is lost after you're gone for more than five minutes. I call this ridiculous because it can sometimes take ten minutes to print a document out, especially if the asshole in front of you is printing out 20 pages double-sided. And you have to stick around, because sometimes people run off with your documents. Because people in Miami? Are assholes.

Yeah, so I tried to be nice, explained the situation, but he likes to play by the rules. I was gone for six minutes, therefore the computer was his. This pissed me off, especially since there was a surplus of available computers. He could've gone to any of them. He didn't have to take my computer. Why did he have to take mine? He said, "Well, I guess this was the first computer I saw." Which is absurd, since this computer is in the back and isn't visible until you're right in front of it. So. Anyway. I hovered over his shoulder, since I was angry. And I glared. And the idiot checked his email -- in two accounts, hotmail and Outlook Express. I would be remiss to pass up this opportunity, so I memorized them, wrote them down when I was out of his sight, and he is now subscribed to 100 gay porn/hentai/bestiality/geriatric porn groups on Yahoo. He doesn't have the password for these accounts I created for him, so he can't unsubscribe. Yeah, he can change his email address, but the outlook one is for work. I got that from the message he wrote to a colleague.

I'm evil. And I'm petty. And I'm a bitch. But... the asshole deserved it, my back hurts, and I ran out of Midol. So FUCK all y'all.

Oh. Yeah. The show last night went well, I think. The computer log system was broken, so during my half of the show, I jotted down everything I played because I'm an idiot and can't remember what I played 15 minutes ago. In the last ten minutes, I got distracted by the fact that Don, the Metal Revolution show guy, hadn't shown up but his two friends had. So I stopped keeping a log, and sounded like a total spaz when I went on the air for the last time. It's okay, because Don showed up, and then he couldn't find his Metal show promo intro thingie, so. Things were messed up for everyone.

It's okay.

I left a bunch of SG stickers (I didn't take the backs off, just left them like fliers -- because it's against the rules to stick things on the studio) on the studio, alongside the fliers promoting The Faint/Les Savy Fav show. I'm not a big fan of The Faint, but I like Les Savy Fav a whole lot. I might go just for them.

Well, it's been less than three weeks since the last Abnormal Psych test. I guess that means it's time for a review for another test on Tuesday, right? I do not get this professor's test scheduling.

Oh, by the by: I got all of the classes I wanted. None of them were full. Yay!

I hope that asshole who touched my backpack and probably didn't log out of the Courses website for me enjoys the horsefucking groups.

Wait. No, I don't. I hope they drive him fucking barmy.