It's 10:30 am. There's a Brit in my bathroom. I think. It could be another roommate, but that sounded nice and alliterative. Anyhow, I have 8 more days till school's out. Lots ta do. For some reason I made an appointment to talk to one of my professors today, even though I don't really have that much to talk to her about. So now I have to think of some stuff to ask her. Which I suppose is good, since I really haven't thought about this paper much, and it's due in 6 days.Matt is up from DC, presumably for the Easter holiday. This of course complicates my week. Which it shouldn't, if I had any time management skills. Luckily, Jed will be gone this weekend, so at least Sunday might be somewhat productice. Speaking of Jed, the Jed/ PFC Kathy thing is moving along nicely. Ah, spring time! That magical time of year when a young man's fancy turns to love! Right on. I'm still ambivalent about the whole thing. I happy for him, and her, yet I think it makes me uncomfortable, in that old Jen/Matt way. The way Kathy was talking yesterday, it really brought those memories back. and unlike Jen, she doesn't even have a car.
So besides that, there's very little going on. mostly school stuff. I have this horrible non-slacker slacker ethic right now. i so wanted to skip class yesterday, because I didn't want to spend 30 bucks buying a book for class that I knew I'd only read 100 pages of. But for some reason, I couldn't bring myself to skip. So i bought the goddam book. And I killed myself reading about 200 pages of it. The author of the book, The Hunting of the President, came to speak in class. He talked for the whole time, so it turned out I didn't need to buy the book at all. Though he thanked us for buying and reading his book. Right after class, I strolled back to the Astor Pl. Barnes and Noble, and returned the book. I doubt your local mom and pop store would allow that. Thank god for the giant, competition crushing, mega retail stores we support in this country. I've never understood this advocates of small businesses. Sure, it's quaint, and you might say that my parents are small business owners. But I don't understand why someone would want to pay more. have a smaller selections, and just go through the plain old hassle of dealing with a person rather than a faceless corporation. Had I tried to return that in a little book store, I'm sure I would have had to use one of the many lies I was concocting in my head. But the cashier at Barnes and Noble didn't even ask. And why should she? It's no skin off her nose. It's not like she's losing any money. Barnes and Noble doens't give a fuck either. They sell so many goddam books, that they don't care if you need to return a book, after 30 days. Honestly, you could read a book dozens of times in a month. And they don't care if you sit there all fucking day reading a book you have no intention of buying. Why? volume. Little stores? "You gonna but that? then get the fuck out. This ain't no library." You know what they need to do? Out a Barnes and Noble or Borders inside a Wal-Mart.
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