Dr. Marneaus
I drive a station wagon
Okay, don't read it if you pretty much dont want to hear me bitch about life at the moment.
That being said, here goes!
I'm having a really frustrating day. Everything is moving so damn fast right now. 6 weeks left in school, and my workload (Taking 19 credits, as an architecture major) is about to get way heavier than it already is. I have tons of projects and pin ups and juries from now till the end of the semester. I also work part time, and I am also a resident assistant here at UNLV.
I'm trying to get my life in order, finding an apartment with a friend and his girlfriend, trying ti figure out finances, trying to get a second job so I can have 80 hour work weeks, etc. We found what seems to be the best apartment for our needs, very nice, new, okay location, good price, good lay out, good size, 2 bathrooms, etc. Well, someone (read: girl) doesn't like 1 or 2 little things, where as me and my buddy are all for it. I'm sorry girl, the location is not PERFECT but you are not going to find everything else closer with that price tag.
My parents are coming to town next week, and with all the crap, I barely have time to see them, forget about MORE apartment searching, which I did BY MY SELF for the previous month, choosing the best ones to look at. Suck it up girl, you might have to drive an extra 5 minutes to school or to see daddy who lives on the other side of town, heaven forbid!
As far as work goes, I'm sick and tired of this RA crap, apparently UNLV lets middle schoolers live in campus housing, or at least thats how they act. Listen idiot residents, if you don't wanna have a grudge against me either man up and accept the fact they you got written up, or hmm, here's an idea DON'T BE AN IDIOT AND GET CAUGHT DRINKING IN THE DORM YOU ****************. "Oh, we're gonna smoke hooka inside our room, play beer pong really loud, and then take 5 minutes to answer the door while clinking bottles, and hope the RA's on duty don't catch us. Then we're gonna be little bitches about it and try to get back at the mean RA's by having a "rootbeer pong party" at 1am. Well, they felt bad when we called he coordinator to confront what we KNEW was a bogus party.
ARGH I'm just so frustrated with everyone around me! People call me "Rage" and I can really see why...
sigh.... I need a cigar.
Thanks for listening, or not listening.
That being said, here goes!
I'm having a really frustrating day. Everything is moving so damn fast right now. 6 weeks left in school, and my workload (Taking 19 credits, as an architecture major) is about to get way heavier than it already is. I have tons of projects and pin ups and juries from now till the end of the semester. I also work part time, and I am also a resident assistant here at UNLV.
I'm trying to get my life in order, finding an apartment with a friend and his girlfriend, trying ti figure out finances, trying to get a second job so I can have 80 hour work weeks, etc. We found what seems to be the best apartment for our needs, very nice, new, okay location, good price, good lay out, good size, 2 bathrooms, etc. Well, someone (read: girl) doesn't like 1 or 2 little things, where as me and my buddy are all for it. I'm sorry girl, the location is not PERFECT but you are not going to find everything else closer with that price tag.
My parents are coming to town next week, and with all the crap, I barely have time to see them, forget about MORE apartment searching, which I did BY MY SELF for the previous month, choosing the best ones to look at. Suck it up girl, you might have to drive an extra 5 minutes to school or to see daddy who lives on the other side of town, heaven forbid!
As far as work goes, I'm sick and tired of this RA crap, apparently UNLV lets middle schoolers live in campus housing, or at least thats how they act. Listen idiot residents, if you don't wanna have a grudge against me either man up and accept the fact they you got written up, or hmm, here's an idea DON'T BE AN IDIOT AND GET CAUGHT DRINKING IN THE DORM YOU ****************. "Oh, we're gonna smoke hooka inside our room, play beer pong really loud, and then take 5 minutes to answer the door while clinking bottles, and hope the RA's on duty don't catch us. Then we're gonna be little bitches about it and try to get back at the mean RA's by having a "rootbeer pong party" at 1am. Well, they felt bad when we called he coordinator to confront what we KNEW was a bogus party.
ARGH I'm just so frustrated with everyone around me! People call me "Rage" and I can really see why...
sigh.... I need a cigar.
Thanks for listening, or not listening.