40 page papers and home invasions.

I don't meant to brag but...

I'm basically a genius.  Honestly.  Literally never took one single note, facebooked every single class... Took a 100 question exam today and got an 82%.

Had I taken the exam a week ago, there's no doubt in my mind I would have failed it.  I have been so productive since deciding to take the rest of the semester off from work.  I am caught up on all school work, and everything has been done right, not half assed...  It just feels good.  Hopefully this drive sticks around until next Wednesday, HUGE midterm next week :(

Anyways, on to the interesting stuff.

My neighbors are drug dealers, I swear it.

Last night, an armed robber broke into their home, through the back door (...?) and stole their guns and green mitsubishi beater.  The house itself is a rental, it's poorly taken care of and different people are constantly in and out of the house, at all hours.  Another weird thing, they park on the street along the side of their house, not the front, about a block back...  And there's not any cars that park along that part of the street, so they could park up by their house...  So weird, I don't get it.  Just everything about this whole situation just screams isolated to me.  I'm not necessarily worried about my safety or my home and belongings, just sucks having something like that so close to home, literally.

Here's what happened.  Joe, my drug dealer neighbor, went to get some weed from his supplier.  He gets to his supplier, gets it all weighed out and conveniently, Joe realizes he left his wallet at home.  His supplier decides to cut him some slack, because Joe has been a customer for a while now.  The problem is, the supplier doesn't know that Joe is actually pretty strapped right now - he just found out his baby momma is going to be his baby momma x2 and he doesn't have enough money for one pack of pampers as it is.  He's also late on rent, and he has $312 in account receivables from his "good customers" that he'll probably never see.  Joe grabs the weed and gets out of there as fast as possible, never planning to go back.  His supplier notices how nervous he's acting, and the moment Joe leaves, he sends his two biggest guys to follow Joe and make sure he's returning ASAP with that cash. Joe gets home, gets out of his green Mitsubishi beater, nods to a pretty girl getting out of a Mustang ( ;) ) across the street, completely unaware of the two juiceheads watching his every move from the next street over.  Joe sells the weed, he buys himself a steak, cooks the steak on his 7 year old, grease covered George Foreman grill, drinks a beer, and then falls asleep on his couch.  He wakes up to someone smashing in his back window, two guys, yelling, pointing guns, telling him to, "Hand over the money!" Joe, still half asleep, stumbles to his feet just in time to get knocked back down.  "Where's the car keys?" someone yells, and Joe points to the kitchen table.  "I'll have that." the same someone mumbles back.  "Found some guns, let's go.  Mark will be happy."  Mark, my supplier? thinks Joe...  These are Mark's guys...  Joe realizes what he's got himself into, and pretends to be dead, even though he hasn't been shot or knocked out...  Mark's guys leave, and Joe stupidly calls the cops.  The cops show up, take a report, they film the footage from my yard, my house is on ABC 6.

I should've been a journalist.

when did jeremy gilbert get so hot?

My 11:00am ceramics class was cancelled today, so I didn't have class until 1:00.  It was my photoshop class and guess what? I went and got all my work (barely) done.  Our assignment today was to make designs for the Undergraduate Symposium t-shirts...

...back up.  What the hell is the Undergraduate Symposium?  I don't know.  Moving on.

So I left that class at 2:30 and went to my favorite lounge to catch up on Vampire Diaries.  Speaking of, if any of you watch, please tell me when Jeremy got SO SEXY, OMG.

Currently drooling over his arms.

After I recovered from the shock caused by Jeremy Gilbert's arm veins, I began to realize that the usual people who start to fill the lounge around that time, were not filling the lounge.  No one was walking through, professors were saying bye to each other and leaving the building...  I check my email to see if class was cancelled... no email.  No sign on the door.  Then I realize it's Friday and I don't have that class on Fridays.....................................................

I've been up all morning with cramps, searching for chocolate and pretzels, so bloated my leggings can't even fit on this ass, I went to class and dealt with some bullshit photoshop for an hour and a half and then stayed on campus an extra hour, when I didn't even have the class....  You know when you're just so mad and you're looking for someone to blame?  I literally had no one to blame besides myself and it was the worst feeling in the world.  I could've been on my couch, eating bite-size Krackles leftover from Christmas an hour before.  Whatever, not mad I spent the hour staring at the aforementioned though.  Currently giggling while looking at his arms again.

Now sitting on my couch eating bite-size Krackles and watching Real Housewives of Beverly Hills.  <3 being a girl.

what a day.

I quit my job today.

My minimum wage, 12 hour/week job, in a high crime area.  Bet you can't guess why I quit...
At 22 years old, I've held 9 different jobs, including a one week stint when I was 16 and worked at BK for a total of 12 hours.  I left one day and never went back...  Not to put in a 2 weeks notice or even get my pay check.  It was that bad.

Up until about 3pm today, I worked in the tanning industry for almost 2 years and I can say it was honestly something I really enjoyed and something I was good at.  But there comes a time in everyone's life when you have to reevaluate exactly what it is you're doing and what it's worth.  I'm graduating in 3 months and currently hold an internship.  That's what I need to be focused on and with the situation I was in, that was almost impossible.  I was at a complete cross roads for all of 37 seconds before I finally decided that was it and if I was going to quit, it was now or never.  In that brief moment, I had a conversation with myself.  It went something like this:
Sam: Is it really worth being paid minimum wage and getting less than 15 hours a week?
Sam: No, but that's $100 more per week than I had before...
Sam: Is this aiding your future?
Sam: Not really, but I really like tanning for free...
Sam: You really need to focus on school.
Sam: I know, but I really hate photoshopping David Bowie's face.
Sam: Just do it.
Sam: I know, you're always right.
So I texted my something-teen, poorly communicating manager and told her I was outta there like a polar bear in a desert.

Luckily, I have a great boyfriend with a great paying job and two amazing parents who support me (and buy me shoes).  I'm going to focus on school, get the experience I need to move on after school, and hopefully find a job in a new industry I love and make a little more than $7.85/hour...  Like maybe at least $43 more per hour ($100,000 per year).

So I'm now unemployed.  And it feels good.

hey, sup?

It's 1:06.

I'm currently sitting in the business building on campus, debating on whether or not I should go to a class that started 6 minutes ago in the library.  If you're my mom, you're probably picking up your phone, about to text me and say something like "U need to get ur ass to class."  The problem is, Mom, that it's a two and a half hour photoshop class that is about an hour and a half too long.  Our assignment this week was to redesign ten CD covers.  BORING.  There's only so much I can take of changing the color of the stripes on David Bowie's face and putting him in a cage with lions.
I took a similar class three years ago, whereas this one is called Digital Computer Imaging, the other was called Commercial Art Design.  IT'S THE SAME DAMN CLASS.  And guess what else?  I made ten CD covers in that class too, so I'm just gonna turn them in again.  Work done, problem solved.

I'm graduating in May and I have the worst case of Senioritis this side of the international date line.  I work a part-time job, part-time internship and go to school full-time, all on completely different sides of the city.  If I'm not at work preaching to people about the magic of $200 tanning lotion, I'm here at school, hiding from art teachers.  If I'm not at school, I'm at my internship.  If I'm not at work, school, or my internship, I'm driving to one of them.  I have no time to spare whatsoever, so I started a blog.
When I was about 13, prime emo age, I had a virtual diary (Microsoft Word).  I wrote every single night to this mindless computer.  I wrote everything I could write and I changed the font to webdings and put the document in a hidden folder buried in irrelevant folders.  I did that until I was almost 18 and then I deleted everything.  Years and days and hours of my life, gone with a single click. Or two, if you count emptying the trash folder.
The important and very serious point to me telling you this, is that everyone needs a release. I'm a business student, I deal with numbers and people and meetings and negotiations all day long.  Writing the details of my day-to-day life is something that is so simple to me, it's therapeutic.  I'm constantly going but maybe this will give me a reason to stop, if only for a few minutes.

Looks like I'm not going to class.