College

I'm bored of telling everyone how things are going at college. They are going well, for the most part, except I keep finishing my work before everyone else and having no one to hang with...then people think I'm bookish so no one invites me to anything. Ack the condundrum.
Missouri is beautiful, and cooler. All the Yanks keep complaining about it being hot, and it isn't THAT much cooler, but I won't admit I'm hot in front of these crazy Northerners. So I'm sitting in my unairconditioned room pretending I like the dark so it will be a little cooler in here.
Classes are good so far. Mythology is supposed to be hard, but I'm not too worried since I absolutely love it. Love it. Always have. Fan-FARC-ing-tastic. *My dorm is the Fine Arts Residence Community, we like to say FARC* However, we are collectively worried that our professor is going to drop dead in the middle of a lecture. My philosophy teacher talks like Ben Stein and looks like he might be a Neo-Nazi. I get the distinct impression Will would adore him. My psych professor talks really fast and is really excited about psychology, which really isn't a problem because he gave us a fill-in-the-blank lecture sheet. History is going to be boring, because I already know what the prof is talking about. I could have answered the question he posed at the beginning of class and saved everyone the 45-min lecture. My microecon. teacher is on probation for failing over half her students two years ago, which is actually a good thing because that means she isn't allowed to fail all of us without being fired.
Other news: I hardly ever see my roommate, whose name is Jasmine, because she got into a sorority (Delta Gamma). She has only slept here two nights out of a week and a half. I don't know or want to know where she sleeps.

That's about it for now...maybe I'll think of something interesting later.


PS. If anyone that reads this talks to Phil, please let him know I would like to talk to him...

Mizzou

I'm finally in Missouri. But by this point I really don't feel like retelling all the stuff that has happened.


I really want this computer to work...grr.

Irritations of Femininity

I am quite agitated, though I know by now I should have calmed down...But I'm sorry, I can't.
A customer-maybe two-irritated me to no end, and it only makes me madder because I can do nothing about it. If it had been a co-worker and not a customer, I could have filed a sexual harassment claim against them. Can't do anything, not even retort, when it's a customer. I just have to sit there and bite my lip and take it.
Now, the incident I am refering to is not what you might think, but it irritated me regardless. A white male customer, older than me-upper twenties early thirties-asked me to look for a movie for him. I told him we didn't have any copies, but offered to check the dropbox to see if anyone had dropped any in. As I walk the 40 feet to the drop box, him following behind, he says "Sha-wing!" I ignore him, because most of the time customers don't really talk to me, maybe he is watching a game or something, and I'm trying to concentrate on finding his stupid movie. But he apparently WAS refering to me, as he continued on, "I'm sorry, but most girls just don't know how to work their money-maker like that."
This is what has me peeved. The assumption here is that he was refering to my backside, which, because females have wider hips, swings when I walk. This is not something I do consciously; I was not putting on any kind of show for this perv. I am irritated for two reasons: 1) he was crass enough to say that to me, and 2) the only "money-maker" a woman apparently has is her own body, according to his comment.
Even if I had found the movie, I wouldn't have given it to him after he said that.

The second event happened later in the night and probably wouldn't have bothered me had the first not taken place. Another white male customer came in, younger than the other, and gave me 'the eye' with a little smirk.
Snarl.

I was not amused later that night when a co-worker refered to me as a 'chick'-but I left him alone; he didn't know how offended I was...


In short, guys, don't think you have the right to make crass comments about women just because they have bigger tits than you. We don't like it.

Excerpts from The Maneater

The following are excerpts from The Maneater, Mizzou's student newspaper and (hopefully) my future home. Received today in the mail.

HEADLINES--
"University of Texas: Police investigating crank caller"
"Officials scour Columbia for girl after Amber Alert, learn she is an adult"
"MSA confronts student apathy"

OTHER--
"Want to bitch at us? Well you can't. Not until our first issue on Aug. 24."
"I debated buying hundreds of muffins and giving them out to people on campus to cheer them up, but I realized I didn't want to be known as Muffin Girl for the next four years of my life."
"Left handers have rights too!!!"
"With a new school year upon us we must do what we came to college to do...Develop, Retain & Increase Needy Knowledge"

PARTY FRIDAY

7:30 to 10
Thomas Center Pool

Everyone invited.

Swimming allowed but not required. Fun a requirement.

Hello? Is anyone there?

Is anyone reading this anymore? I'm just curious, because I formerly had many comments, but now I have ... none. Way to be supportive guys...

I'll accept all comments, communist rants, words of encouragement...anything.

So today I went in to work because they needed me, even though I was technically off. (They made up for it by buying me lunch-I'm so easily swayed). Literally as soon as I got home we left again to go to the homeless shelter to feed the homeless, as we do every first Monday of the month. We did that, and it was good, but I must admit I really didn't want to. But it was good. Then I went with a small group of adult males and two other kids to the Angry Dog, a bar-restaurant in Deep Ellum. It's a great place. :) (Adults there for 'protective' purposes. We had fun)

Anyway, I have to go to bed because I am going bowling tomorrow with the 15ish 2nd graders at my mom's daycare! Woo.

(COMMENT ON SOMETHING, please...I feel so lonely and abandoned)