2002-09-05 - 11:31 p.m.
Life, its a fucked up bumpy ass ride. Hopefully your car has good shocks. It's been a while since I've logged but I have no given up on thee.
Classes started this week. Let me just say one word. Oy! I know my yiddish isn't that advanced but that guy over there knows what I'm talking about.
Let me start with the weekend before classes. . .
This lady calls and makes a reservation at the hotel. I explain to the whore that I only had 5 rooms available. All of which had one double bed in them. A double, for those of you who didnt know, is a full size bed. It is larger than a twin but smaller than a queen. This bitch comes and checks in and goes up to the room after she has been at the desk seen that the room is a single and signed for the rate. She calls down and begins ripping me, the queen of bitches, a new asshole. She explains that she has her son with her and he has no where to sleep and the room is tiny. She claims I told her I was giving her a room with 2 queen size beds, which there is no way in hell I would have. The bitch rips me a new one for about 20 min and then explains to me that if her daughter chooses not to come to IU that it is my fault. She also informs me that she is a business owner and that if she treated her customers the way I treat my guests she would only have 3 customers. Also tells me I am incompetent.
I had pretty much had about enough at this point. This is when I informed her that she was a bitch and I didnt like people lying on me. Furthermore she could wait till 6 o'clock and see if something else became available or find alternate accomodations. I also asked if she would like to speak with my boss. I told her I would be more than happy to call her at home. "I'm sure she would love to hear your complaint." She opted not to.
That evening I went to a fraternity brother's house and a former brother, now known as the little bitch, decided to completely ignore me when I tried to speak and be cordial. He heard me say hello but insisted on being the little bitch that he really is. I was in no mood for this. First off there had never been any conflict between the two of us. As far as I know he had no reason to act this way. I was ready to rip the little whore's hair out. But I maintained self control. Although I am a bitch, I have also mastered the art of self control. So I left him be. Only after calling him a bitch. Then discreetly left the party without saying goodbye to the host or anyone else. I was in no mood for bitch queens.
I did, however, get a chance to spend time with several of my fraternity brothers which made me happy. I love those boys. Its funny, I am in a fraternity of gay men and yet I can't stand any of their friends. I think I'm going to just hang out with lesbians and str8 girls.
Classes, Monday I was fine with my classes. There was no big deal other than the fact that I felt like I was going to burst with excitment over how much shit I would have to do this semester. I was confirmed as president of my fraternity that night and then Tuesdays started.
Tuesday was great. My political psychology professor is Canadian. He says, aboot and throughoot a lot. So I sat with this guy from my floor and laughed the entire fucking time. I know at least one person in all of my classes and I actually have been doing homework. I'm thiking this semester will be a good one. Outside of the random times I'll have to take some bitch out and choke slap him/her, life promises to be fun.
My floor is very social this year and promises to be fun as well.
All yee bitches beware. . . The Queen has returned. And she is the last bitch in the world you wanna fuck with.
Ponder this: "What if the hookey pookey really is what it's all about?!?!"
