"What have I become, my sweetest friend? Everyone I know...goes away, in the end."--NIN, "Hurt"

I had two tests at school today, and my behind is dragging. But yes, I am still alive. Toodles.

Somewhere down the line, I have become a horrible monster not even deserving of death. Whatever crime against humanity it was that I committed, it comes with a horrible, horrible duration of doing penance. Today that penance was watching my new store manager easily woo the ladies I've worked with for years. Talk about your "seduced by power" scenario. Another part of the reparations was cleaning every inch of chrome in the store from top to bottom. It was like a male Medusa, you scrub the chrome clean until you can see your own face, but you quickly turn away because of what you see there. The art of being single is quickly becoming it's own satirical work.

It dawned on me today that I really, really hate driving in inclimate weather. An extra half hour of walking around the parking lot and the entire campus because of frozen car door locks will quickly change your mind about "how pretty that farking snow is". Also realized that while some people really do care about what you think and do for them, most people simply wish you would crawl into a hole and die. Especially if you aren't some slack-jawed pretty boy, which seem to inhabit around 2/3 of the earth's surface. Yes, that means they're as common as water. A flash flood warning indeed.

God, save me from Valentine's day. I hope that most of you (read: MOST) take those balloons and flowers, stick them somewhere creative on your own person, and crap roots and helium for the rest of the stupid ass weekend. Oh, and die.

Okay, time for a sane update. Yes, I was sick. I'm not sure if it was some vague head flu or a sinus infection. But I'm all better now. Physically, that is. I'm finding myself torn between two worlds this semester, and neither of them are that appealing. On one hand, there is work. I know the people there, but the environment is simply not conductive to anything resembling happiness, or enjoyment. On the other hand, school is supposedly an accepting place that takes all kinds. The problem is, that everybody seems to be the same anyway. Obsessed with image and themselves. How can somebody feel like they have something unique to contribute when the entire population wouldn't give a fig if you did? Frustration personified.