Spring break woes

Another day, another dollar. Man, working all week really sucks. At least I have something to look forward to for 55 years after I graduate college.

Like I said in my last post, it's spring break and I'm lapping up the sun (translation: avoiding the spot thunderstorms which can and frequently do break out only above me) and working my butt off. It's not fun, but it's money, and Lord knows I could use some more of that.

NCAA REPORT: My brackets are thoroughly and completely fucked. If they were any more fucked, they'd be a featured adult entertainer. Also, fuck the entire state of Alabama. C'mon people, you give us racism and segregation and then go on to knock off not one but two No. 1 seeds? Christ on a cracker! I didn't have Stanford winning it all but I damn sure didn't have Kentucky going out in the SECOND ROUND! You know what this means: once more, those shit-for-brains at kU have an easy chance at getting to the Final Four, which means I have to be subject to another set of shitty-ass T-shirts and douches who wear them with jeans and socks with sandals yelling and spilling beer on me. Fuck.

My 21st birthday is going to happen in 19 days. These will be, certifiably, the longest 19 days of my life thus far. I hate not being 21 while everyone else is. That doesn't mean I just can't drink, it also means I can't be social, since establishments that people around my age go to are only open to non-minors (majors?). What a crock. I can elect the next leader of the free world, introduce tens of thousands of carcinogens into my lungs and bloodstream, and die for the freedom and principles of my country, but because some dumbshits decided to shove a stick up their ass, I can't throw back a beer after a particularly stressful day? This means I could be seriously wounded in the name of my country and not be able to enjoy a frosty beer when I return. What a fucking crock of shit. If the age limits on cigarettes and alcohol were switched, we wouldn't really have a problem would we? You wouldn't see bars not letting minors in because they only wanted people who could smoke. Fuck that shit.

Also, if you like to go to Shattered for the Q106.1 dance party on Fridays and you're a minor, go early and stand around because you might get to the door and have to wait while three douches try for 15 minutes to get in with expired IDs, only to get to the bouncer and have someone come outside and say "sorry, we've reached our 'cap' on minors for the evening. Have a nice time explaining to your friends how they can't do what they planned tonight and then blame you for being too young."

On April 13th, I unleash hell.