You can't write a fortune in present tense/Sticking it to the man: Enjoy more, work less.

You are a person of culture. That's my fortune; I don't dispute it as a statement but it's certainly not a fortune.

I have lots to talk about today since I've awaken from my semi-coma of last week's strep thoat-ige. But I don't feel like being chronological about it. And its going to be long. No complaining, I know you love this shit.

I've recently been informed that when my contract is up I won't even be considered to be hired because I'm not in 'the union'. For those of you who don't know, I've worked at the prestigous D-univeristy in the same office the last few years as a student, and after I graduated, full-time to save their asses when the Thesis Co-ordinator moved away suddenly. Its a serious upper-administrative job; instantly my year off from school-which was supposed to be about creative freedom and music, has turned into slaving away to the demands and whims of PhD students and Faculty alike. At first, I was outraged when I heard my resume was held hostage at HR, to ensure that a lazy union slob who probably never got a degree can have my job. I'm now relieved to get the hell out of here. This job is so '26' and I'm only 22. I have to work less and enjoy more. I tried to find humour in the situation when the news was broken to me:

Well, I guess I can only hope that a single mother of 4 gets my job; at least that way perhaps I won't be so hateful about the unfairness of this situation...

No one was amused by my comment. Nobody appreciates a single mother joke these days-its SO un-PC.

Nonetheless, favorite quotes Thesis Co-ordinator 2005:

From A half-assed apology letter from a Professor who freaked out at me 'Here's Johnny!'-style about the legitimacy of title case:

In looking out for the best interests of my students and the quality of
their science, I neglected to look out for your best interests and the
quality of your professionalism. That was wrong of me and not at all
professional (i.e. complete jerk).

and of course, from the creepy A/V guy:

What's your sign? [in an astrological sense]

There you go, man. I stuck it to you.

Moving on, this weekend was completly, totally fun. I was so stoked to be out and feeling marginally better, so I partied away (most of) my strep thoat. Pixies on Thursday was phemonenal. If you missed it, you're an i.e. complete jerk. I'm so happy when my near and dear south end affiliates get the attention they deserve. Jeremy stole the show! In fact, everyone was in their element. I was so happy to have Calum as a partner in crime because he always laughs at my obnoxious comments, i.e: Jesus. Who invited Ashely Simpson?

Saturday was little Marc's birthday and I bought him an array of guitar picks because he asked me to:

Me: Do you have any guitar picks?
Guitar store man: Ummmmm YES.
Me: Can I see them?
Git man: What kind?
Me: I don't know.
Git man: what? [puzzled]
Me: It's a gift. What are, you know, the good kind.
Git man: Guitar picks are very personalized. It completly depends on the person [exasperated and thinks I'm a total idiot at this point]. You'd just be guessing really.
Me: Hm. Well, fair enough. I'll take this one for starters, because it has a Rhino on it.

The party was fun, even though Brad kept disappearing (again) to be a whore. On a whim I decided to go to Controller.Controller instead of GnR tribute. There were so many people there, yet somehow I knew no one! Ben was in the same boat, so I chatted with him for awhile until the pervasiveness of the torontoness/college-crowd became too much. Such a weird crowd. I gave him a highfive for paying a portion of his rent (again) and left. Ben also taught me a lesson in how to be an asshole:use email. Or better yet, agree to something and provide no means of contact.

Sunday I watched the Fashion Television network all day at Colum's and was snuggled and fed lovely meals.

'Flection's tonight?