Today has been a weird day. Very up and down, very stressful. My broke-ness has become acute, in so much that the stupid effing university has neglected to pay me for a 35+ hour paycheque. I am currently not a happy camper, but I am having people look into it. As I am typing tis, th epeople have gotten back to me, and apparently mine wasn't the only timesheet with "difficulties" this week but they can't do anything about it until the payroll manager comes back, and basically it's at his discretion whether they do anything now or just bump it to the next pay period. I will not be a very happy rhi if that's what they decide...I have $7 to my name until then.

Time to call mommy and cry, I think. I have to call mommy anyway to get her to do her half of the loan stuff, so I can have money again, but mostly today has just been...odd.

I wrote a midterm for my detective fiction class and attended an English department meeting...which was pretty interesting to see. It's good to keep up on the inner machinations of the people who decide your future. They're having some difficulties with trying to organize the next year, as 450 first year students will be moving into second and there will be probably at least that many coming into first. The department had requested all kinds of new positions be created, and got denied, and is essentially being told to be 'creative and flexible'. This could translate into "make all the classes that were capped at 35 open to all", which would pretty much destroy everything this university supposedly prides itself on as a small liberal arts university. So that was kind of frustrating.

The midterm sucked. I blew it. Completely. And then I was broke.

Thank god for the roommies, who once again are saving my sorry ass for going crazy with worries both real and imaginary.

I have to go renew my license tomorrow (or by next Wednesday) which will be funny, because I don't have the money to do that, but if I don't do it, I'm in all kinds of trouble.

Someone from the SU may have asked me out today. Now that was a bizarre experience, since we all know I'm not exaclty Miss Popularity in those circles. Of course, I could be reading far too much into it, but the sources who know this guy say that's what it was. Basically, I ran into him, talked to him for almost half an hour and then he was all "so, why don't you give me a call sometime...we can go out for a beer and some wings". My suspicous mind tells me that the wings part is what makes this real...'cause it's one thing to say, "yeah, let's go for a beer" but to add food to that? curiouser and curiouser.

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