So I'm sitting happily at my computer working on revising my short story for my creative writing class, a task I'm not at all looking forward to doing, and in the middle of things I get a phone call. I pick it up and it's one of the guy's from Publix. He says:

"We were wondering if you were going to be working today."

Now, that sentence implies I'm on the schedule. If had wanted me to work he would have said: "We were wondering if you COULD work today?"

So I say: "No, I shouldn't be on the schedule at all."

"Oh you shouldn't?!"

"No, considering I don't work there anymore."

"Oh, well that's just great *annoyed*."

I go to explain how I put in my two weeks notice for THAT store because I was transferring to another store and blah blah blah when suddenly he just HANGS UP on me. Wow. Nice.

So now I'm going to go get in touch with my mother to ask my new manager to make sure he gets my transfer request. Because I had a deep feeling inside somehow my store is going to try and fuck it up. Obviously 'Will not be available after this date because I will be transferring' wasn't in plain enough English. Perhaps I should have put on that availability quest 'Don't work me again you stupid fucking assholes.'

Why can't the dude who was the main part of the awful April Fool's joke just accept the fact he was in the wrong and it is HIS fault that people are starting to not want to be around him anymore, that people don't really want to talk to him now.

He posts a big blog about how people he THOUGHT were his friends who are really just pretending now are probably going to be dropped from his life, how he knows a lot of this is from the April Fool's joke but he blames another former friend of his, because in reality it's because the friend is no longer apart of their group and the friend is just using his mom's death from only two weeks ago as a scapegoat to hate the April Fool's joke.

I'm sorry, no. If MY mother had died in ICU two weeks before April Fool's and, with that wound still fresh in me, I saw my friends do an April Fool's joke about another friend of mine dying in ICU, I would be upset, very upset. Maybe the joke wasn't meant to be about his mother, but it was close enough for extreme discomfort.

I'm just so annoyed. And this guy that pulled the joke wants to spend time with me again, he wants to watch Repo the Genetic Opera but he only wants to see it if I'm watching it to, which means probably hanging out alone again, which does NOT sound like fun because 1. I'm still pissed (especially after his new little pity part blog), and 2. Last time we tried to watch a movie together alone, his new girlfriend kept calling him because she thought I was trying to sex him up.

Look, I'm really not interested in the guy. Usually he's pretty funny, but the misogynistic jokes get old, and he kisses horribly and used to have me convinced it was just me that was wrong. I'm sorry, when I pull back from a kiss, I don't want spit all over my mouth because he apparently thought that moisture was good so he went with major moisture. I don't like a bit, nasty wet kiss where I have to wipe my mouth afterward to get all that excess moisture off. And then he tells me: "It's probably just you, I've noticed you don't like having moisture on your lips while all girl's I've kissed really don't mind."

Dick.

*grouse, grouse, bitch, snarl*

So my last day of work was today, and it was a good day, because I didn't give a damn about anything. I was no less friendly, in fact I believe I was at my FRIENDLIEST and oodles of happy customers, but if something stupid came up or someone tried to piss me off, I didn't care. Like at one point some customer thought something was bogo, so I went to check and I THOUGHT the sign said only a certain kind of it was, so I told her that and to have customer service fix it. Then one lady from customer service comes over and lectures me that I was incorrect and it really says this, just so I know. And it's like 'okay *shrugs* so?'

Then I was supposed to relieve this one woman for HER break and I'm standing there bagging for her with my till on the counter beside me and she just keeps ringing up orders and I don't personally care, because she knows all the people she's ringing up, who am I to interrupt? Then the coordinator comes over and asks me if I have a till.

"Yes, right there."

"Then why are you bagging?"

"I'm supposed to relieve her."

"Then get on it! You better do something with it already, our breaks are starting to fall behind."

"...then you tell HER." I pointed at the cashier and the coordinator gets onto her instead. Oi.

But it didn't MATTER because I'm DONE today and I don't have to work there again. I DO have to go back -.- Apparently when I told my manager that I was transferring it didn't click in her head and she wasn't 'oh, I NEED to fill out paperwork on this since it's my JOB.' She did nothing, so I have to go back and see if she'll fill out the fucking paperwork. Bleh.

But it's OVER. It's ALLLL over. And tomorrow I can sleep in and hang out and do my own thing =^^= I'm so happy!!! *flails*

Well the plan WAS to go read and get all of it done, and I got SOME of it done, but the place I went too was way too busy and loud and I couldn't get my usual seat in a corner, which was annoying. So I ate my lunch, did some reading, then grabbed a smoothie at Tropical Smoothie and tried to get back to the parking garage, which was difficult with how crazy busy it was. I usually try to nab a spot on the first floor, especially if I have to work in the early morning, but it was way too busy and I had to settle with something in the middle of the second. Bugger.

Anyway, Nicole's heading home for the nightto do laundry and get her b-day presents. Heather is also going home for the weekend, so for at least one night I'm alone here with Mary, which is going to suck. I'm going to make it very obvious I'm busy and have no desire to talk, because I don't want to talk or buddy-buddy or anything. Nicole says she'll be back tomorrow, so I'll probably see her when I get back from work.

Tonight, eh, I don't know what I'm doing with myself tonight. Probably reading, chilling, hanging with Jessica and I WILL (I hope...) go to bed early so getting up at 6 wont make my head explode. I only work until 12 tomorrow, so it could be MUCH worse. Then I'll get transfer paperwork filled out and I will kiss that store goodbye for good. Nevah again will I return. Even if I gotta drive thirty minutes away to get to another store I will.

The girls and I are planning to hit the beach more often this week, since the weather in general is supposed to be nice (though it's probably going to shower on Monday). Then this Friday I'm going to hang with Jessica some, bring her back to St. Augustine and have another girl's weekend with her. We all really need a get-away from finals. The Monday after is also goanna be a lot of fun. After the girls' finals we're hitting the museum nearby and having IHOP for dinner and stuff. It'll be fun =)

But right nooowwwww I'm bored x.x I don't want to do school work and I don't want to do much of anything, except maybe go outside and read, but the tourists are bloody EVERYWHERREEEE

I had my positive psyche test today, which was a killer, I have NO idea how I did =/ but it's out of the way. Then I found out some great news! Our 15 page essay is actually only 10-12 pages! So I'm actually ALMOST done! I'm a PAGE away! I'm so happy!

So my experimental psyche class was just going to be doing experiments where we punched in numbers so I skipped it and Heather and I went to the beach again and got in the water. It was really nice and I'm not super burnt because I put lotion all on my tattoo and then some on the rest of me, since I could.

I also stopped by my job and saw that I AM on the schedule too, so that's even one more worry out of my hair. This week is going super nice. Tomorrow after I wake up and go to class I plan to go to a local sandwich place and just sit and get all my reading and textbook work done. =) I'm feeling REALLY accomplished.

I'm tired of thinking. My head hurts. *hides under blankets*

Hurrah! My essay is up to 8 pages out of 15 =D I'm ALMOST there. Tomorrow will be devoted to the Blink book, study for my Positive Pysche test and trying to finish this essay. AND I wrote a poem! That means I only have one more poem to write and then I gotta revise them!

This Saturday (perhaps) I will work my last day of work too. Then fill out transfer papers! Soooo happy! =D

I'm ALMOST there!

If anything good came of this morning it's that I got my new schedule. As a senior I'm allowed to register for classes before all the other classmen, which is great! So I woke up at 7 to be one of the first to register, I log onto the site, click the class I want and hit the 'yes I agree to these terms' button, and then the next page says: No change has been made to your schedule.

... *coughs* Really?

Okay, try again. Nothing. I log out and log back in. Nothing. I close the computer and restart it. Nothing. Wow. Guess I'm going to the registrar's office!

So I pull on some pants and a shirt and trudge out of my nice cozy room into the muggy, humid outside and go to the registrar's office where it's BURNING UP inside and there's already a bit of a line, but I'm not concerned because on registration day they bust us through that line as fast as possible. I wait about five to ten minutes then I go into an office where some lady is mumbling for my id number. I tell her and she asks me:

"Have you been approved to register?"

"Yes. My adviser told me it was all good."

"Uh-huh."

"Well the computer site even says I'm allowed to start registering, there's green little buttons and everything."

"What? Really?"

"Yeah. *Insert the whole story here*"

So she wants to check my email and I pull up my email but I've cleaned it out, so I don't know WHY she was checking to see if my adviser had emailed me. So I sighs and goes ahead and clears me for registration, then does a REALLY nice thing and lets me register for the classes I can right there beside her. Great! =) The only problem was two of those classes needed teacher permission and signature. One of the signatures I had gotten, but the other one I still needed. I figured it was no biggie, I'd turn them both in after I got the second sig.

I got and sleep for the last thirty minutes...when Mary (who has NO routine which does not work for three girls that rely strongly on routine) randomly decides to take a shower 10 minute before it's time to wake up. 8 rolls around and Nicole, Heather and I start the usual routine and while I'm standing there brushing my teeth and Heather's straightening her hair Mary gets out of the shower with a towel and just stands there and stares at us. Just standing. Just staring.

What?

Well she wants us to leave the bathroom so she can dry off. Uhm, no, you go to your damn bedroom and do it, because we're busy in here. We only got the thirty minutes to do our usual morning stuff. She has an hour and a half. Then the girl gets under Heather's skin, who always straightens her hair in front of her sink and suddenly Mary needs to wash her face. Heather moves for her and then Mary just stands there and studies her self. When I leave the bathroom that's when Mary decides to go look at classes online, which pisses Heather off because she didn't even wash her face.

When I'm out of there I check the classes online to see if the ones I need the sig for are filling up, and I see that one I REALLY want is, crap! So I run to the registrar and turn that one in real fast. Then I go back to the room and talk with Nicole about my classes and how I have the one more sig to get, yadda yadda, when Mary suddenly butts into the conversation and asks me if I got all the classes I wanted.

Uhm...hasn't she been listening to the entire morning? That's all I've talked about. But I politely reply 'not yet,' and leave it at that. Then she continues to try and get in on the conversation. Agh. I don't LIKE this girl. We go to breakfast WITHOUT her, god damnit, and bitch about it, because that's all we can do in reality.

I leave early for my next class, get the teacher's sig, run to the registrar and turn THAT ONE in, then run back to class.

*huffs*

BUT, I got my schedule. =3 I'll be in Advanced Fiction Writing, Speech, Abnormal Psychology, Ethics in Psychology (needed a sig) and the one I REALLY wanted, Psychology of Romance and Love (needed a sig). Then I sat down, made sure it was all good online, and added one more class on a whim, Intro to the Old Testament.

I'm exhausted, still have SO MUCH work to do. I feel like I'm walking in a dream, but it's almost over so it's a good dream. And I don't even care if my store fucks up my last day, because I'll just call my new manager, who I've known for years, and ask him if he doesn't mind just hiring me rather than transferring me, if my store refuses to work me the last day. They fucked up the last time I tried to do this.

I'm so eager to get away, I refuse to ever go back to that store. Today, is just homework, Twinings Tea and poetry. I'm in a poetry mood. =3

I went to bed last night around 12:30, woke up again at 2 and I couldn't fall asleep again after that, which always happens when I have to get up early in the morning for work. So I lay there and toss and turn until at about 3 Nicole comes in and we talk for a bit, then this couple outside starts arguing LOUDLY. Great...

I try and get to sleep but they're just getting louder and louder until I finally I climb out of bed, pull on my skinny jeans and throw a jacket over my brow and stalk outside. I look out there and they're standing RIGHT BESIDE OUT WINDOW yelling at each other. I say:

"EXCUSE ME! Our window is RIGHT THERE and we're trying to sleep, gotta get up early in the morning."

The girl look at me like I'm a fucking moron and the guy apologizes and says they'll move away. Fuck yes they WILL move away or my ass is calling security and if THAT doesn't work I'm call 911 and informing them it sounds like there's a domestic dispute going on outside. Ffs...

Today's plan is a LOT of work, because I really gotta get most of it done. Nicole's still asleep and probably will be until about 3 or later depending on how she feels, but it doesn't bug me because nothing really bothers her. I don't disturb her with my computer and she says, in general, if I want I can turn on the lights. I wont, but just the ability to do so changes everything. It also helps that I like her, compared to Kaitlin who I did not like and therefore every stupid thing bothered me.

That's the case now with our new suitemate Mary. Can't stand the bitch and she's driving Heather to a panic attack. This girl has the mental capacity of a seven year old. She doesn't think, she jut opens her mouth and talks. She asks for help on the STUPIDEST of thing. For example, she was sitting in her room with Heather and telling Heather she needed to talk to me. Heather asks why, but Mary comes in and says:
"Hey, Digoree, Nicole, you're write-y types. How do I do the footnotes for this paper?"

I just outright ignore her but Nicole's nicer and asks:

"What style is it in? MLA? APA?"

"I don't know. The teacher has very specific personal guidelines."

She shows Nicole a paper with said guidelines and Nicole pauses and says:

"The footnotes he wants done are outlined right here at the bottom..."

"Oh! *Cutesy* Thank you~"

Ffs. >.< I'm glad she doesn't live with me.

God, it's almost here, I'm so eager to be getting home.

I work tomorrow (bleh) from 7-3, which means being up around 6 if I hope to get a ride to the parking garage, rather than walk in the dark. I know it's not SUPER dangerous, but I still don't like going the four to five blocks all by myself in the dark, it's creepy, and I feel like I'm just setting myself up for trouble. Security is also unsympathetic if it's 6:30. Rides to and from the garage stop then. I went to them once when it was dark out and it was 7 and the old asshole in there said they stopped at the schedule time. So I asked him if that meant that after 6:30 I'm guaranteed to be safe. The guy kinda paused and was like:
"No...but..."
And it's just, okay, sir, your JOB is that when I feel unsafe, you make sure that unsafe feeling stops and do what is necessary to keep me safe. What the fuck else am I paying you for? So just because you don't want to fucking fill out some paperwork does NOT mean that it's safe for me to walk to a garage in the dark with homeless people and god knows what else hanging about. Muggers and other icky people don't live by a clock.

So, I'll have to be up much earlier than necessary just so I can get a ride. On the bright side, tomorrow is my second to last day of work, if they don't fudge up my last day (I can see it happening, this story is has AWFUL system) which is supposed to be this Saturday. Then I'll fill out the transfer papers and tell them to kiss my ass. Not really...I wish.

I've got a 15 page essay to write, which is killing me, because I really got to working on it today and by page 4 I'm already at my bloody conclusion. So this is going to be tough. I also need to read 6 chapters for an upcoming test in there and write a journal based on a book I need to start reading. I also need to read three chapters of a textbook for social psyche and also read an entire book I haven't started for that class. Experimental psyche I need to read the chapters for the final and I need to start critiquing the last few stories for my short story class, as well as revising my story, which went well but the teacher found so much he wants fixed that I'm not looking forward to the revising process. I also need to revise all my poems (minus CrotchRocket which got the 'perfect' seal of approval.)

So much to do and it's almost time to get the fuck away from here and especially away from this shitty job. I can't begin to describe how excited I am. I just want to be home with my family and not have to worry so damn much about school. I'm incredibly tired.

I get to register for my classes this Monday, and I have a fairly good lineup so far, not EXACTLY what I hoped for, but better than nothing. =)

Nicole and I had a fairly good day. We woke up late, ate breakfast at IHOP, and then hung out in the bedroom the rest of the day, doing work and watching movies. Yesterday was the Alien series, today it was Jurassic Park. Who knows about tomorrow?

I should probably be getting to bed now though. I would LOVE to stay up later, I probably could, but it would make getting up for work only more difficult, and that's really the last thing I need. I would love to call in, especially since I don't give a damn about that place. I even dream of a no-call-no-show. But that entitles a week off, which is the last thing I need just before I leave. And work isn't all that bad...okay, it sucks. But I shouldn't call in. I guess. Ugh -.-; It's just the morning part I really detest. Everything else is easy enough to ignore. I swear it!