Backstabber

Yes. I am a loser. I lost my I.D. card already. I know it is ONLY the second week of school. Some how I managed it. Oh well. I'll at least have a better picture, whereas my last one was me running with my mouth open past the camera on my way to buy books for my first class...I'd like to take the time to point out that it was not an attractive portrait of who I am at all. (Please see the MASK for a more attractive portrayal).

Losing my I.D. card means that I can't get into my room at all... so last night when I came home (aka dorm) at 2:30 a.m. I realized that I couldnt get in my room. I called front desk thinking that one of the deans (who was just there when I walked in) would come up and unlock my door.

Apparently not. I guess it was necessary to call my poor sleeping R.A. to unlock my door instead of taking the elevator one floor up. Shame. Oh well, I guess that's what you get for showing up the rest of us with your goody-tooshoed-ness and getting to be an R.A. I guess I'm either too much of a free spirit, or the deans just think I'm a badass. Whatever. I thought it would have been a decent way to earn some money out of my already sleep deprived nights.

One dean here in particular reminds me of ... a snake? She (ok, i'm getting real specific here with the gender, see if you can guess who...) can be so nice to your face, and then just turns around and stabs you in the back... kind of like what I'm doing to her right now... Ok... bad blog topic.

I apologize for any deans who may or may not have read this but are just offended in general with who I am. I'm sorry and goodmorning.