I bought stamps. I used the Holy mail vouchers to send the sacred writ of bill inquiry.
(P.J.E* - I dont carry cash, so using a vending machine wasnt so much an option.)
* Post-Journal Entry ooh, clever.
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The catering service that makes the food for our college cafeteria must have accounting problems. They cant seem to match what they actually charge me with what is printed on the receipt. Its a matter of only a few cents, so its not a big deal, but they do it every now and then. Its kind of weird. Maybe theyre ripping us off, three cents at a time! In five years, their ill-gotten gains will buy them a plastic beach bucket and toy shovel.
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Our TCM470 professor pushed a paper back until the week after next. I was hoping she was going to tell us that shed decided to not have us do the papers at all, but no such luck. Despite their caring faade, our senior semester professors are still bending us over and shoving rolled-up research papers, exams and book homework up our asses.
Some of us are considering talking to our program dean so that the kids to come wont have to face such a bogged-down final semester. Weve added it to our list of issues to resolve with the dean; the other one being our desire to find a different speaker for our classs graduation. The guy who has spoken at the last several graduations has apparently addressed the audience on the subject of Harry Potter and how technology is magic, and were all magicians. Then he puts on his wizard hat.
No, Im not fucking with you.
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I spilled a Starbucks Frappuccino all over myself and most of my table at school today. I shook it up and was distracted by something the professor was telling us, so I didnt drink it right away. After a minute or so, I decided to shake it up againturns out that between shake number one and shake number two, Id unconsciously taken the cap off of the bottle. Oddly enough, even though it seemed like that shit went everywhere, I only lost about 1/4th of the bottle. I happily drank the rest.
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Why do I have the feeling that if I call the luthier doing my bass body work hell tell me to get back to him this time next week?
Update: Argh! The bridge came in yesterday. He'll probably be done with the body next week. You have no ideahow frustraited I am that I have to wait longer.
(P.J.E* - I dont carry cash, so using a vending machine wasnt so much an option.)
* Post-Journal Entry ooh, clever.
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The catering service that makes the food for our college cafeteria must have accounting problems. They cant seem to match what they actually charge me with what is printed on the receipt. Its a matter of only a few cents, so its not a big deal, but they do it every now and then. Its kind of weird. Maybe theyre ripping us off, three cents at a time! In five years, their ill-gotten gains will buy them a plastic beach bucket and toy shovel.
--
Our TCM470 professor pushed a paper back until the week after next. I was hoping she was going to tell us that shed decided to not have us do the papers at all, but no such luck. Despite their caring faade, our senior semester professors are still bending us over and shoving rolled-up research papers, exams and book homework up our asses.
Some of us are considering talking to our program dean so that the kids to come wont have to face such a bogged-down final semester. Weve added it to our list of issues to resolve with the dean; the other one being our desire to find a different speaker for our classs graduation. The guy who has spoken at the last several graduations has apparently addressed the audience on the subject of Harry Potter and how technology is magic, and were all magicians. Then he puts on his wizard hat.
No, Im not fucking with you.
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I spilled a Starbucks Frappuccino all over myself and most of my table at school today. I shook it up and was distracted by something the professor was telling us, so I didnt drink it right away. After a minute or so, I decided to shake it up againturns out that between shake number one and shake number two, Id unconsciously taken the cap off of the bottle. Oddly enough, even though it seemed like that shit went everywhere, I only lost about 1/4th of the bottle. I happily drank the rest.
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Why do I have the feeling that if I call the luthier doing my bass body work hell tell me to get back to him this time next week?
Update: Argh! The bridge came in yesterday. He'll probably be done with the body next week. You have no ideahow frustraited I am that I have to wait longer.
i just have a visual of you shooting frappucino all over the place.
i never have cash on me, either. one of the little stamp machines takes debit cards. :>