I’m here in the Drift office, Tawna doesn’t get off work until like 5:30. I caved in and got Subway, I got an Italian something sub. It was yummy. Let’s see…almost got run over for the second time going across the intersection between the Triplicate and Washington Mutual. I don’t drive over there because I’m afraid of getting into a car accident, but I realize today that being a pedestrian is almost just as risky a proposition. It’s sad. But at least I have about $30 in my account. I like that number a lot more than $8. Just checked my e-mail, Molly will be down here so we can take a picture of the shirt. And I also got an e-mail from Tara’s brother or something… I’m not really sure. Tara seems to think I’m having problems with my computer. I should be frank and say that I feel insulted by this offer and that I’ve never had a computer problem I haven’t been able to fix, but no. I’ll just reiterate that I just need to get a new video card. I read his little thing about how he has this “cool computer” and he like, listed the specs. My computer completely blows his computer’s socks off. But anyway, aside from that, I have something incredibly amusing to relate:

I walked into the student lounge and Megan was all “How can you not be burning up?” and I was just SO tempted to say “Because I way 200 pounds less than you do, honey.” LOL. But I didn’t, I was nice. I’m always nice. Hm. 5:20. Maybe I should gravitate towards the library. I really want to go to the beach again, that was really fun. Maybe I’ll even wade in the tide pools this time.

Oh, where am I on my to-do list? Let’s see:

Get check from Becky - done
Drop art - halfway done
deposit all my checks - done
Write English plan
Do play analysis worksheet by Wednesday
Do outline for essay by Wednesday
Take the picture of the Republican Club shirt for the Drift

Shit. I need to be working on my English essay. My class tonight doesn’t get over until like 9:30. Fuck. Now I can’t complain that I don’t have enough time to do anything. I’m just a lazy piece of shit who can’t get anything done. I have to be at home in my comfortable work environment after getting a good night’s sleep to write an adequate essay. Fucking cock. I’ll try to do it when I get home. And that damn play analysis worksheet. Oh, lol, at the Triplicate they’re having this like…welcome party for all the new staff and it’s on Sunday and that’s totally the Drift field trip! Molly you have saved me! I am your eternal slave. I’m like picturing a BBQ with everyone from the news room hanging out in the yard and Mike trying to be buddies to everyone. Of course I’d be in the corner trying to gouge out my eyes with a half-eaten chicken wing. Today Mike gave me this calendar with hot firemen dudes drinking milk that the Milk Advisory Board sent us. I was insulted, to say the least, but I tried to laugh it off with a quick recitation of “Got pus? Milk does.” I threw it out, even though I was tempted to take it home and examine it in detail. Whoa poop, it’s 5:30. I love blogging, it wastes inordinate amounts of time.

My blogger dashboard still says I’m at 1,150 posts…even though I’ve posted a lot after it said that. Weird. Well, I just got done with work and I am RAVENOUSLY hungry. Steve C. is here trying to fix a computer. It’s not working. I find it analagous to trying to make a car out of a pile of wheelbarrows. Well, I’m outta here.

w00t. It was like…in the crevice between the seat and the outer door on the passenger side. I was relieved. I have the check in my pocket, I’m going to go to the bank and cash it after I get off work. I want to get off at 5:30 so me and Tawna can go to the beach again, so I should really get started! All I really have to do is the community calendar and FYI.

I’m in the Drift office drinking some delicious water. I left work to go to lunch, lunch of course meaning “to look for my wallet.” I thought it would be in here, but I guess not. I’m going to grab a bottle of water for the road, cruise around the college to see who’s here, then go back to my car and search anew. I need that accursed check. And everything that’s in my wallet. Oh yeah, I should see if Molly’s in her office so I can take a pic of that Republican shirt thing for my page.

Mike is chastizing Tom for the whimsical fonts on the front page. Mouhahahaha. I really should go get some water and try to find my wallet, I think I left it in the Drift office.