Christen Randall

Today, I am attempting to harrass all my professors into having class outside. Details at six.

Training seems to equal sitting in front of a computer for eight hours. I can now suggest dogfood for virtual dogs and their e-pet parents.

I am the newest Bird and Reptile Shit Cleaner at Petco, where the pets go. Employment is glam!

BUSY BUSY BUSY.

@leefatheree We had a class yesterday about the "Monkey Trail" during which my professor talked about the glory or Creation. Sigh. Morons.

Daylight Saving Time is of the devil. I'm so ready for a nap.

Uuuuuuuuuggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

"I like birds better than owls." Straight from the horse's mouth.

I just purchased a fancy new (and, of course, cheap) notebook. I love it. It's red. Color is, obviously, the most important thing.

Stupid bangs, creepy men AND a dead laptop. This might be my best spring break yet!

It's never a good thing when an old man in a white van says he likes your nose ring and then follows you in to the building. Ew.

NOTE TO SELF: Do not trim own bangs.

SPRING BREAAAAAAKK, WOOYEAH. TAKE YOUR TOPS OFF (read: get a job, get to work on activism project, get started on lit papers)!!!!!.

Accidental nap strikes again.

Gloria Steinem was amazing yesterday. Today I am trapped behind midterm review. Some how this does not seem fitting to me.

Today, I went job hunting. I feel like a used-up hooker. Selling blow-jays might be more productive and profitable.

Passed out on the sofa and woke up confused. Learning makes me so tired.

Back to being a credit card whore. Being an unemployed English major is TOPS!

Today is homework in the sunshine. Supreme!

Today, I need to whore myself for a job. Not stoked!