  Silly school. Im on hold finally after navigating through a seemingly endless series of menus. I dont even know whether theyll let me do what Ive set out to do; change my misspelled name that they keep fucking up every time I bring it to their attention. If they /even/ send me a diploma with my name wrong That dimwitted girl who fucked me over the night before graduation sent me an email.
You know, the one who acts like shes 13? You should have seen her goofy outfit at grad. Anyway, she refuses to pay me back for her blunder that resulted in a hotel bill of 160 bucks. Id send the bill to her parents, but theyre just as oddball/immature as she. Her moms standing there at lunch muttering to herself how shes not capable of finishing school. No one was listening, Im sure. I couldnt help but be aware of the freak show unfolding before me.
Phew! Glad to have that girl out of my hair. Why do the weird ones attach themselves to me? I should have sat next to Erin, but I feel sorry for that kid. Its kind of sad how underdeveloped she is. How shallow her thinking. Seriously, its as if the last ten years never happened for her. The stillness of a Sunday without construction is gone as usual. At least Ive got a date with Weez to get me away from it. 
