If I had no conscience, I would go into work, swipe in, come home, and go back to work at 6 and swipe out again so that I'd get paid for working when I actually did jack squat.

However, I do have a conscience, so I've dragged myself out of bed at the ungodly hour of ten am. I think I had food poisoning last night, and I was pretty sick, so I slept for eleven hours. I'm trying to take solace and find consolation in that fact. There, there, Erin. You may have to go to work, but you got to sleep for ELEVEN WHOLE HOURS last night!

I went to pay my tuition today. Forking over $6000 bucks really hurts. Geeze, there are people (mainly the bank and old people) who accuse me of going to a fake school. I've done stupid things, but that list does not include handing wads of money over to a fictitious academy. I think I'm going to take a cue from Rocko on Undergrads. When someone calls CDIS fictitious, I'll pretend I don't know what they're talking about and say: "Yeah, we're wicked fictitious!"and beat up their school mascot.

Josh and I are supposed to do something tonight, but I don't know how (or if) that's going to work out. He's asleep right now because he had friends stay over last night to watch episodes of Undergrads and Red Dwarf. Josh had about four hours of sleep, and now he's completely zonked out in bed. I, however, slept for about seven hours, so I have energy, and want to go to the mall and buy Shrek on DVD.

I'm not looking forward to keeping my job after the new semester starts. I want a new job. I'm tired of scamming people out of their money (if popcorn really were worth six bucks, we wouldn't be allowed to spill it on the floor) and I'm sick of handling food. I'm also annoyed with having to stand in what basically amounts to a grease pit for six hours. Besides, this semester is going to be busy, and I don't know where I'm going to fit in lab times if I have to work whenever I'm not in class. This would be much more bearable if I could get a job as a midnight stocker at a grocery store. Then I could work in the dead of the night, sleep between classes (all afternoon), and piddle away my evenings in the lab or with friends. The only drawback to this perfect plan of mine is that no grocery store will hire me as a stocker because I don't look like I can carry heavy things. Well, that may be true, but I have some kickass dolly handling and shelving skills.