Song of the Day: “The Vulture” Pendulum
Wow, so Tuesday was hella fricken long. I knew it would be long but I just wasn’t prepared for all the things that went wrong >=( I woke up at 7:40am (as usual) and had to get ready to go to school. This is where I discovered, for the first time in three weeks, that my Anthropology professor is a complete jackass. He’s one of those teachers who is really into “group work”. I don’t buy into that shit. I understand if you need to force me to do like a group activity every now and again, but I’m not in university for anyone else, I’m in it for myself. I take care of myself. I care ABOUT myself. I’m independent. I don’t want to rely on others to get my work done, I want to do my own thing. And it really started to get to me yesterday that there is absolutely NO variation in the class whatosever. It’s just group work, group work, group work. And I’m like can we PLEASE for ONE DAY just have a straight lecture, or sit down and take some fricken notes? I’m a verbal and aesthetic learner, I DON’T LEARN IN GROUPS. And mostly, I’m too busy being pissed off and thinking the people around me are complete idiots to even focus on the material! FLIPPER. So I made a big to-do yesterday when he broke us into groups for a third time in a single 2hour class period to talk about evolution. No, no, no. He’s like “you’ll have to get up and move”. There’s a reason I picked this fricken desk douche bag. It’s because I planned on sitting in it. So instead, I got up and threw a tantrum, dragging, and I do mean dragging (rather loudly) my desk from one side of the room to the other.
So after that -_- I had to talk to my Italian professor after class. Before the semester he posted the book list for class, and we had to buy the textbook and an accompanying workbook. Neither of which I could find cheap on amazon or ebay. I’m used to getting my textbooks for $14 or lower. No. They were $50 and $60. Then come to find out he wants us to sign up for something called a “digital workbook”. So I got online and tried to make an account, and it asked me for a book key. And I looked through my books and I didn’t have one (possibly because they’re used). The site told me I could purchase one… for $53. Um no. I sent my professor an e-mail telling him that I refused to buy a third book for $50 when I already had to buy two for the class, and the digital workbook is the same as the PRINT workbook except that it isn’t effing online. He said it’s “for emergencies only”. So I asked if I could please just use the print book and he’s like “well it’s more work for me…” and I’m like I DON’T CARE! DO YOUR DAMN JOB! I’m not blowing another $53 on something I ALREADY BOUGHT.
And then it REALLY began. Ugh. Tuesday night was the Linkin Park concert. I’ve really been looking forward to it, but I knew it was going to be stressful because driving in downtown Detroit (my first time) is no walk in the park, even for experienced drivers. And parking is a bitch. So my mom drove my friend Kayla up to Detroit to meet me, and gave me directions. We were going to park in the Greektown casino parking garage (it’s free because we have a Greektown membership) and then take the Mmm Train (the people mover) to the Joe. So we find the parking garage fine, get a nice space, and then we have to make a trip through hobo riddled streets to find the Mmm Train. That took some work.
Finally, we located the Mmm Train (thanks to some random Asian druggie). The entrance to the Mmm Train was inside the casino. So we go on up to the third floor and we find out that we need to buy tokens…. Yeah. They’re fifty cents. Which we didn’t have. But I had my bank card. So we went BACK down to the first floor, I tried withdrawing $5, but noooo, you have to withdraw in multiples of $20 -_- so I got a fricken $20 and THEN it effing charges me a $3 convinience charge! AHHHHHHHHHH! Whatever. We go back to the third floor and realize… the token machine doesn’t take $20 bills. AHHHHHHHHHH! So I freaked out, called my mom, she tells me to go to the restaurant in the casino and buy something (because spending more money is what I want to do). We go to the restaurant and I begged the chick just to break my $20, she was really nice and gave me a $10 and two $5. (I wasn’t thinking straight). So we go BACK up to the third floor. I put the five in the machine… and realize… it doesn’t ask you if you want change. Nope. It gives you $5 in tokens. And we only needed 4. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
On one hand, the concert was effing amazing. I got to try out my new camera, too! And we were in fricken nosebleed and it was still sharp as flip.
After the concert we got stuck in the lonnnggg longggg Joe lines to the Mmm Train. We made the long trek back to the casino, up to the car, we’re ready to get the hell out of there, drive to the gate and… the gate doesn’t go up. It’s on a motion sensor, so when you pull your car up, it’s supposed to rise and let you out. But it didn’t. I scooted up and scooted up and it would not fricken open. Of course, of ALL the times, two cars are behind me just honking away like they don’t fricken see that the damn gate is gone. So I get out my car and yell at the chick behind me that it won’t open, and she’s like “If you pull up it will” NO IT WON’T! THE GATE IS TOUCHING MY CAR! I CAN’T PULL UP ANYMORE OR IT MY CAR WILL BREAK IT DOWN! So I had to wait till these effing morons realized wtf was going on and back the frick up so we could all go up an level and get out. And as I’m driving up to the next level, I glance over, and see some car go all dandy peachy fine through the gate that wouldn’t open.