So I aced my midterm, plagiarized my paper, and the semester is over. That's a load of my nuts-- I can now sit around and avoid doing homework in peace, instead of with some lingering fear of impending doom. Excellent.
The first thing I did was buy a cup of coffee from Starbucks, in idealistic hope that it will be the last time I subject myself to such a place. I took that to my car to partake in my ritualistic car-warm-up cigarette and, when approached by a guy in a car looking for a spot, proceeded to put my car in reverse without using the clutch. The noise it made was the ugliest I've heard all week. I drove to the bookstore, sold my text book for $21, then went to Reckless and bought the Dan Auerbach record for $20.86.
Now I'm at work and I feel like I just went through a break-up. This guy had come in a few times, about two or three weeks ago, wanting us to hire him as our window cleaner. He smiled like Michael Clarke Duncan, pitched his product like a street vendor in the '20s, and wore winter gloves made of rubber. Had I known we already had a window guy, I wouldn't have led this man on. I didn't, though, so I accepted when he insisted on giving us some free samples as a way of making a commendable impression. Back to present time: he comes in, upset about finding out that no one had told him we didn't have any openings in his department, and down to his last option: asking for a tip. "Here's a tip: get a real job." Haha, I didn't say that. I told him it wasn't my call and that I wasn't going to shell out my own cash for a business I don't own or run.
Hm... what else? Oh, so I've been getting a lot of looks today. Either my greasy, rarely-shampooed hair is finally paying off or... well, maybe I had a booger in my nose.
That's it. School's done for the semester and I may take the next one off. I managed to be on-time to one class this semester-- today's. And last night I doubled the number of hours I've studied all semester. Am I a bad student if I manage to get a good grade?
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