Full Frontal Nerdity

As if Memphis's hack of my lj didn't tell you already. I'm finally here in New York. My boss is being kind of relaxed and disorganized and not really giving me enough work, and it makes me wonder why the fuck I'm here, when I could be home in California, where all my friends are, not living hand to mouth, and not dying every night because my room doesn't have air conditioning.

When I envisioned this summer, I wasn't picturing that it was going to be a lot of fun for me, but I at least thought I'd be busy enough not to notice.

There's a fight going on in my courtyard. The bank lost one of my deposits and the customer service dude kept calling me "Ms. Donohoe." Given the fact that I gave him the pronounciation of my name BEFORE the spelling, this is truly unacceptable. My name has nothing to do with the wearing or putting on of hos. Sad to say.

I spent the last hour listening to the Queer Peer Coordinator bitch about the QRC president and how he's failed. It's been approximately a week under the president, so I would hardly count his entire tenure in office a failure. Also there is pink chalk smeared all over me.

I'm really freakin' bad at Japanese. Still. No changes there. But a really cute student kept hitting on me and going on about my sexy accent. I refrained from pointing out that my "deep husky voice" comes from my stomach acid going up my esophagus and wind-pipe when I'm stressed. They would probably find this disgusting.

The last three movies I rented from netflix have been entirely blah. For some reason this makes me miss my mother and want to skip my homework for the next century.

Oh, memphis86, I'm so ready to be up there with you. I will snuggle you. Alot.