jesus fucking christ

Did I say I was glad summer was over last night?
WTF was I smoking....

I get up this morning and try to squeeze in a couple of snooze button mashings before I drag myself out of bed. The cat decides he's going to try to get in the window and destroys my ghetto bedside table in the process, knocking my phone down into the box itself (yeah, my bedside table is a fucking fan box). Now that I'm more awake I'm able to hear my idiot neighbors blasting their music and vacuuming while their kids scream in the doorway...at 9 in the fucking morning, so I decide to take a nice long shower.

Thinking I'm doing well and being on time, I hit the bus stop at 10:03, 4 mins too late for the bus which for the ONE TIME OF THE YEAR was on time, and find out that the next one won't show for another half an hour. I was trying to get to school early to buy the packet for Japanese, which ALWAYS uses it the first day. So that was out of the question. I end up driving to school, having to go around the block behind morons in a uhaul, a tree trimming truck, and retards strolling around like it's their first day of school and everything is sunshine and rainbows (which, being that they're idiot freshmen, probably rings true). I spend 3.00 to park for ONE FUCKING CLASS, and still have to walk all the way across the campus.

Stepping into the JPN classroom, I thought, finally, woot. The room was spacious, nice desks and chairs, the board wasn't perma-stained from the whiteboard markers, and I got a nice spot to sit in. 5 mins later the teacher wanders in and tells us all to move to a room down the hall, because this is the JPN301 room. FUCK YOU THIRD YEAR. Of course the new room is the same shitass too-crowded room that ALL my classes are, and of course I end up in the middle of everything with a dipshit jock smacking gum behind me and a girl with too much perfume in front of me.

The class itself is terrible, mostly because it reminds me how much I forgot over the summer (everything), partly because I'm looking around and seeing every moron that scraped by last term with a pass/no pass option and not a single friendly face.

After all that, I have to run to the bookstore to buy the packet, and am greeted with the most hidiously painted Harry Potter mural I've ever seen in my life. I'm fucking serious, it makes me want to break in there and whitewash the whole wall some night.

My two packets cost 40 fucking dollars for $5.00 worth of paper and a shitty homemade dvd that we'll probably never use, and then I have to walk all the way across campus to move my car.

Comfortably at home, I decide to try out my new Karaoke Revolution game, the one that took a week and a half to arrive via 3-day shipping, only to find that the mic doesn't work. FFS.

More annoyed, if that was possible, I head for the bus stop again to go back for my other class, and find that once again that I could probably walk to school faster than waiting for the fucking bus. Hungry, I decide to grab something to eat from the conveniently located store right behind the bus stop. Being Eugene, of course it's a fucking health food store, and no, there is NOTHING to eat. Overpriced chips, bizarre combinations of inedible grains, cheeses I can't pronounce. Even the deli, which should have something palateable, is devoid of anything that qualifies as food. I wander back and forth hopelessly before finding a bagel rack and settling on an overpriced cinnamon-raisen bagel, which ends up tasting like a garlic-cinnamon-raisen bagel.

The bus finally comes, and it's too full as usual. It smells like BO, the people across from me seem to be short bus special (normally I could give a shit, but they're talking about sex??), and it takes way too long to get to the transfer station. From there I definately could have walked faster than riding the bus, because we get stuck in the traffic jam of morons driving unneccesarily down the main street through the school. 5 mins to get to class on time, I wander around and finally find it, down in the basement of some building I've never heard of. It's an overcrowded, hot room with ZOMGFUCKINGMACS. I fucking hate macs, I hate the morons that use them, I hate being forced to use them. The teacher is a GTF as usual, a photography major that doesn't know shit about digital arts. "You can use Photoshop on PCs too can't you?" The rest of the class is undeclared kiddies trying to get into the digital arts program, with the exception of the snooty bitch that has to clarify that she is ALREADY a graphic designer and is just here to keep her skills sharp. The GTF runs through the same "welcome to school, kids" speech that they all do, tells us to buy expensive memory cards that I'll never be able to afford, then guides us through setting up a folder on the server, which half of us can't do because the shitty macs are having some kind of connection issue. Then he gives us a "photoshop proficiency test" to see where everyone is at...except half of us can't do it because we can't get the files on the server nor save them. I end up walking out before improving the mac I'm on by driving my foot through it.

I swing by the EMU computer lab to print out the art I need for my art application (that's due by friday), which I emailed to myself the night before. Of course, the password has become inactive. Tell me if this logic follows: "let's send notices to people that the passwords need to be updated, but let's send it to the email that you need the password for. Then, let's make people use the password that expired to change their passwords! Then, when that doesn't work, let's force them to come into our office to print out a form and then fax it to us!"

FUCK YOU MORONS.

You're right, my fucking email IS more secure when I stop using it completely because I have to go through this bullshit.

Thinking some DDR might make me feel better, I head over to the arcade to find out that the entire arcade has been removed and replaced with a fucking pingpong table and a row of lockers. WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!?!?

Too pissed off to run by the library to check on the job that I need but don't want, I decide to ask the theatre arts teacher that barely knows me for a recommendation for the art program. She can't remember a thing I did (yeah ok it WAS last year), and I end up essentially saying never mind, I'll just use the letter from the advisor that doesn't know me whatsoever. God knows what she bs'd about me.

Completely sick of school, I head for the bus area to try to figure out how the hell to get home, and end up running into the ex-bf who didn't so much as email me the entire summer. Of course he's chipper. Bantering for a bit gives me the energy to take round 2 of the Eugene bus system, and I head out. In the time it takes for me to read the station board, I miss the bus I need. Rather than wait 30 mins for the next one, I end up walking the 25 blocks home, where I crank up the music (fuck you neighbors), and settle in, hoping to work up the energy to do it all again tomorrow.