Miscellaneous Mishaps

I’ve been working for the past 12 hours…. and I just thought I’d describe what those hours have been like:

There is nothing like getting paid 7.25/hour to sit behind a desk and wait for someone to ask you a question or to need help with a problem.  I’ve been sitting here reading books and tumbling/facebooking since 7:00PM yesterday.  When do I get off you ask?  Not until 12PM.  So far, no one has needed me for anything… I’m pretty sure that no one is even staying in my building. 

Now for the math: 

$7.25/hour x 17 hours =  $123.25 

 I can honestly say that I feel as though I’ve done a great job deserving of this prize.

And not even talking to each other.  Who needs communication when you have skype, final papers, tumblr, and Australians to keep you busy?

And all I can think to say is “FUCK YOU PROCRASTINATION!”

Zach: 2  -  Procrastination: 0

No, not by the long dick of the law, but the protruding penis of procrastination.  

Shanaynay:  Life can be like a big, nasty, fat prison inmate fucking you from behind with no warning and definitely no lube.

Devon Werkheiser

This song is amazing.  I don’t know what I like it, but I just do.

Today has been a terrible day for the most part, but thankfully several people have said things that I have just loved to hear.

“Want to know the best thing ever to hear from a skinny bitch? I am about to get get a shit ton of food.’”

“I swear, I am going to knock on his door and upper-cunt him. The only thing you will hear is ‘FALCON PUNCH!!!!’”(Molly)

“What do you think of Trevor?” (Trevor)

The first two are pretty self explanatory, the third is the new friend test. Give me a wrong answer and I’ll kick you ass.

Student: “How in depth is your study guide?”

Teacher: “You will drown in it.”

Hopefully I am not the only one who finds this hilarious. :D

In the event that you have read my “About Me” section, you know that I am bisexual, but that I also believe a person’s sexuality isn’t extremely important.  Unfortunately, I managed to find an exception to this rule during a conversation with a close friend (we will call her Brittany) today.  

Brittany and I were sitting in the cafeteria on campus when a gay couple walked past holding hands and giggling.  I know that Brittany isn’t the biggest fan of homosexuality because she believes that homosexuals are the “abominations of God,” so I haven’t told her that am gay; however, I never expected her to say what follows.  Before the couple was even out of ear-shot, she exclaims, “I don’t understand how those two men can find it acceptable to walk around showing affection like a normal, Christian couple.  It is honestly disgusting.  Please, Zach, explain to me what is normal about a man wanting to stick his penis inside another man?!  Exactly, nothing.”  At this point I would like to say that I stood up and defended every person’s right to love whomever they would like, but I have never been much of a vocalized gay-rights activist.  So, what did I do?  I sat there quietly trying not to show any sign of disagreement for fear of Brittany turning her prejudice, hateful words towards me.   

Fear is a powerful emotion.  One that makes us do things, or in my case not do things, that we normally would.  I would like to say that I fear nothing, but I know this would be a false statement.  Today I learned that I fear other’s negative opinions of me.  Am I a people please?  I think so.  I also think this is one of the reasons I haven’t come out to my family and friends.  What if they turn all their hate away from random strangers and find a new target on my back?  Hopefully one day I will conquer this fear, but for now, it just makes me think that being gay sucks balls. 

My college had its fall break last week on Thursday and Friday which meant an awesome 4 day weekend.  It also meant that I would have those 4 days to write my midterm for my Honors American Colonial Literature class.  Unfortunately enough, I ended up going to the hospital and later the doctor due to an intense, vomit-inducing migraine and was not present for class to get the prompt.  This is where I screwed myself over because of my stupidity….

My teacher sent out an email saying that the essay would cover a comparison of three or more authors that we had covered so far in the class and would answer one of three prompts.  I, using what can only be called selective reading, skipped the part that said the essay would answer a prompt; therefore, I spent my fall break writing my required 1,000 word midterm on the evolution of religious ideas throughout the covered time period instead of checking to see what the prompt was.  

I bet you can guess where this is going, I ended up writing an essay that was not acceptable.  The bad part is that the essay was due on Monday (it is now Wednesday) and for ever day that I am late, I get 2% taken off my final essay grade (I am currently at 4% off).  I still haven’t started another essay because honestly I have no idea how to go about answering any of the three prompts we were given, especially in 1,000 words or more.  

Guess I will just have to figure out something.  Sometimes being a college student is such a drag.