Sunday, June 29, 2003
My crappy day
Spent most of the day getting the bro settled at Columbia.
Ugh. Nasty nasty nasty. They had people living in those dorms until "a few days ago," but Thing 2 said that her friend had stayed in one of the dorms until yesterday. Whatever the case, the housing and maintenance crew at Columbia need to be lined up and shot one by one. NASTY. The floors were way dirty, with sticky spots (uhhh, don't even want to speculate on that), and the trash bins in the rooms were still filled with someone else's crap. When I grabbed an RA and demanded a vacuum, I was told that there was only ONE for three dorms. The guy came back twice to tell me that he couldn't find it, thought there was one in that dorm, then could only find a broom (threadbare and gross) and a dustpan. Um... dude? Using a broom on carpet? Yeah... right.
Then there was the bro bitching and moaning about how he's going to be a monk for the next month because Thing 1 refused to let him borrow her laptop even though she barely uses it, and because the dad refused to let him bring my TV fearing he would just hide out in his room all day. But there were some fun moments. "Fun." The guy sitting at the security desk was an ass. He kept asking to see ID to let us in (on MOVING DAY), and then he felt it was necessary to advise us that Room 735 was actually ON the 7th floor. Like, dude... thanks, because you know.... for a second there, I was pretty sure it was on either the 5th or 10th floor. Fucking dumbass. And someone from that wonderful housing office screwed some girl over. Poor girl got stuck on the boys' floor because her name was "Shane." LMFAO.
But even with all the issues we had with the program/school/costs/expectations vs. what we actually got, I couldn't help but wonder how different my life would be right now had I ignored that insane itch to "just get away - far far far away," and chosen to attend Columbia undergrad. I was thisclose to sending in my deposit. *sigh* As a city girl deep down inside, I think I might have been happier in the long run (and the dad might have been a bit prouder with the Ivy League status). But hindsight... is shit. :-(
Speaking of shit....
Only in the city. And only to ME. On the way back to the car, we were trying to avoid dog crap on the sidewalk when I heard a plop and splatter.
Dude.
DUDE.
#$$#^& !@#$#$^&*&% #^&*$%^#$@$!
Some fucking pigeon plopped right near us and I got residual splashing on my arm. GRRRRRRRRRRRRR. DAMN FUCKING A!!!! At least it wasn't in my hair (friend had that happen to her when we were at the zoo a few years ago). And then the mom was all "you're lucky today; we need to go buy some lottery tickets."
Dude.
Not.
Funny.
Anyway... it was just a tiny bit, so I wiped and didn't touch anything. Showered as soon as I got home. But I still think I may be a walking contagion right now. BLECH.
But getting home was awful. Had to drop off selfish little Thing 1 on the east side because she refused to hang out with the bro for another hour to help him get acclimated even though she only lives like 40 blocks away just because... duh... "I don't even know where I am or what trains stop by here... blahblahblah whine whine whine whine (because I'm a fucking idiot who's only been living in the city since February and other than catching the subway to get to work, I'm clueless as to how the public transportation system works around here)"
Uh... okay... I added that last part myself. Bitch. She really is such a whiner. Did I mention she came back from the Bahamas orange? ORANGE, dude. With white splotchies on her face. And her body is basically two large white stripes and three large brown stripes from her bathing suits. I know it's mean of me, but she is my sister, and as the eldest, I have every right to do this:
BWAHAHAHAHAHA
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Oh man... bwahahahahaha.
Hey... at least it wasn't as bad as when we were kids and she had a black and white suit that had both a polka dot and striped pattern on it. The girl had polka dots all over her body for a good two weeks. LMFAO. I'm laughing with love and affection, of course. :P
But... oh, right... anyway... there was also a Gay Pride parade today. So we went from the west side to the east side to drop off the bitch (who wouldn't even let me look at her MP3 player). Then we had to get from the east side back to the west side to get home. Except... the parade was causing traffic nightmares for those trying to get crosstown and get through SoHo. Damn stupid parade planners. I had to sit through an hour traffic last night because there were film crews in Tribeca screwing things up, too. So you know... two days of city traffic hell made for a very unhappy Pooh.
Anyway, I'm home now. Showered, and smelling nice and fresh. But knowing that I have to work tomorrow is not making me any happier. The boss won't be there, though, so as soon as I'm finished with my work, I'm so out of there. Hopefully, I'll finally be able to sit down with my DC dvd and get all shipgasmic with the PJ. Sigh.
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