Though you can’t stop the race of time

a couple of funny stories:

#1... Tue. Dec. 14, 2004. I leave the Johnson Center computer lab around 10, in a frantic hurry to turn in my paper that should have been turned in by 8pm. (oh well!) I'm making my way to the staircase to leave the building, when I notice a young couple sitting, seemingly engrossed in one another and conversation against the guardrail overlooking the JCmall of america (the first floor). I instantly start to gag, (as couples tend to have that effect on me), when suddenly, i realize her face is not a happy one... then, as I get closer, I see him firmly take her hand off his knee and place it on her own knee, leaning back in his chair making the entire situation crystal clear.... it was a breakup conversation!!!! a BREAK-UP CONVERSATION, people!!!! in the middle of goddamn FINALS!!!!! what kind of insensitive JACKASS breaks up with someone during FINALS WEEK???!!!!????? UGH!!!
I wanted to scoop her up and take her to a happy place, free of STUPID IDIOTIC BOYS. *VOMIT*

#2... Wed. Dec. 15, 2004. Fresh off of 3 hours sleep the night before, I arrives at work, 20+ minutes late, as usual, and is greeted by my co-workers:
nadine: "hey cour-- WOAH!!!!! stop sleeping??"
me: *glare*
gideon: "WOW you must be tired, you're snippier than usual!"
me: "I'M NOT SNIPPPPPYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!"
(imagine wild animal screams accompanying that.)

#3... Wed. Dec. 15, 2004. I'm at Fenwick Library (AGAIN) and desperately need to check out books despite the fact that I never bothed to get a student id/library card this semester. since I'm all out of favors with my sister's friends on campus, I realize I'm gonna have to play hardball with the library clerks (typically acne-headed sophmores). I'd had a run-in with them just weeks before, so I knew it wouldn't be easy, but I put on my trustworthy "don't fuck with me" face and headed down to stake out the scene. I see one big nerd and one normal/cute guy behind the counter yucking it up about something nerdy, so I bide my time. Sure enough, a few seconds later the big nerd-head leaves the normal one allllll alone and i know.... it's time... I POUNCE!!!
me: *slamming books down* "hi."
normal/cute guy: "hi! how are you?"
me: *sighs* "good, but i need to check out these books and i don't have my ID." *glares*
him: "uh oh....!!"
me: *glares*
him: "just kidding! i can look up your ID number, no problem!! but you can only do this once without an ID, the system flags your account."
me: *slightly less angry* "that's cool, my semester's over tomorrow."
him: "oh okay cool. what are you majoring in?"
me: *assuming he's a meaningless undergrad* "uh, it's grad stuff" (as in, 'you wouldn't understand!')
him: "oh really? that's cool? what for? i'm on the PhD track in cultural studies..."
me: *blinks*
*suddenly realizing there's a cute PhD student talking to me*
*smiles* *purrs* *determined i should spend a lot more nights in the library!*


~courtney