ugh. I went out for some food after class last night and ended up doing shots at the bar. I didn't want to drink last night, and I'm normally pretty good at not drinking when I have work to do, but being so close to the endof the semester makes it hard. I ended up leaving my coffee mug there, and I took the wrong bus home. So, on the latter fact I got off the bus when I realized my error, and ended up walking 40 blocks in the freezing cold up hill last night. It was like the dreaded "when I was your age" story.

I got up this morning at about 8:30 hung over and started writing (or typing) the final draft of my last paper. I finally just finished, a 5-7 page paper that ended up being 10 pages and 3,000 words. Not bad, but way about 30% longer than it had to be. My other final papers ended up at around 12 pages. I'm going to have a gourd of Mate, listen to a few tunes, and catch the bus in 30 minutes to turn this thing in. Final stretch, buddy. Final stretch.

Another crappy day hails. Woke up to sleet. Hauled my ass across town for an hour and a half only to find that there were no seats at the library. That's right. It took me at least 1.5 hours to get to campus because the city decided to close the four train stops before and after campus the weekend before finals. Glad to know they're thinking over there. Also it's a good thing to know I pay so much money to go to a school that doesn't have enough library space *during finals*. So I trekked out in the crappy weather to another library on campus. I found a seat, but the outlet wouldn't work for my iBook power adapter. Then I trekked through snow mounds to the other side of campus to try a third library only to find that they had gated off the street exit to get to that library. I decided to give up and just go home. So I went to take the bus . . . which ended up being 15 minutes late . . . then stopped to change drivers. I left at about 12:30 this afternoon, and it is now 4:00. I should have already done about 3 hours of work. Instead I haven't even had the chance to start. It could be worse, I know. But it's still a pain in the ass.

Everyone in this city is on edge. Must be the season. People getting in to fights on the subway, gang fights on my street, people intentionally shoving others. Lots of aggression. Must be the social pressure to buy expensive gifts, to whore themselves to the advertising industry, while they can barely make rent or buy food. I'm not Christian, but I still say it's disgusting how a day which was intended to celebrate the birth of one of the greatest spiritual and moral teachers of all time has been turned into an excuse to stimulate the economy. Seriously, what would Jesus say about all this? He'd probably walk into the largest supermarket and toss it all to the floor, just as he did in the temple.

Anyway, I have three papers due in the next 48 hours. Time to get started.

On a positive note I should say that I got a paper back from a notoriously difficult professor. I spent hours upon hours upon hours on this little 11 pager. His only complaint: format was sloppy. Pretty damned proud of myself. wait . . . .

. . . Just had to call 911. The noise got out of control. I peeked out the window, and there was at least 20 people looking to get into a fight. A lot of posturing, yelling, running . . . more cars started rollin' on the street. I now a violent scene waiting to happen when I see it. Pretty sketch. Just last week a kid got his face broken by three others not but 20 feet in front of me as I was walking back from the train. Three months ago, a guy was stabbed right in front of our apartment.

Within a few minutes of the cops leaving the scene, everyone was back together. It was quick, like everyone was watching from their dark corners just across the street and down the block. Then . . . In three minutes, coming in packs of two and three, there's 30 people in the same spot. But it seems as though they've broken up now. Maybe I can get some sleep.

Today:

1) Got Denied Education Loan which would have paid rent next semester
2) Can't get into either bank account
3) Get email stating a book is overdue and I owe money, even though I turned it in days ago
4) Get stuck on shitty bus that makes me late on my third day of work
5) Get email saying that auto payments that will bounce my and further ruin my credit (I just had to have credit report errors fixed!) will be made in a week and I can't get into my bloody account to change it
6) I have to create a new online banking account with the other account after a couple of calls because they have a problem they can't fix.
7) get hassled by some asshole looking for a dollar on my walk back from the train. He doesn't leave until I shout at him, "I'm not going to fucking make rent asshole!"
8) People in my 'hood decide that because the snow is gone, even though it's well below freezing, that it's party time again, leaving me no peace to sleep at 2 AM.

Why does all this shit have to happen on one day? Why not spread it out a little, like buttah. Then I glance at my previous post and feel like an idiot.