I am unbelievably livid right now. I spent a couple hours earlier today moving Mae out of her room in my residence hall to another room across campus. I don’t feel comfortable spilling all the details of roommate nightmare Mae has been going through this past three weeks, but suffice it to say that I was already glad I didn’t run into her former roommate. I refrained from sending criticism when the decision was made to displace Mae because I couldn’t find a way to word it such that I would come across more hard-hitting than “bitching, complaining, subjective friend.” This, however, is her roommate’s response to Mae’s departure. In…

Lookit the timestamp on this post. Lookit. I’m going to bed. haha. HAHA. HAHAHAHAHA!

No, it’s not. But I’m taking a break from my regularly scheduled schedule to ponder the issue. This past week, Bob had a photography project. He was supposed to photograph a full spectrum of the social interactions of some group, and he chose the Thorn. Since I was in the office so often this week because of the hours I was keeping, he wanted me to be the victim subject of some of the photos. I don’t like being on the wrong end of a camera. I am not a photogenic girl. I am not pretty or sexy. I don’t bother with make-up primarily because I feel that painting this…

I just got thoroughly plundered on my first exam, and received a grade of 65% on a homework I spent probably four to six hours on. Sixty-five goddamn motherfucking percent.

I’m laying out the front page, and just realized that since my story fell through and I’m avoiding putting my name on the transcribed interview, all content was produced by the co-editors-in-chief. Well, I did the News Briefs. There’s something wrong in the way I’m running my section when no one in my section is doing the work… In other news, I got a big “hooray” at the idea of our school’s president paying attention to us (the newspaper) all because of the “wake-[the-fuck]-up” e-mail I sent him at the end of summer. Almost makes up for the fact that this issue of the paper has so little of my…