Gone Postal

So here I am. I'm in Missouri. It's all familiar and totally foreign all at the same time. Same location on the map, totally different me, totally different people, totally different feeling. If your eyes wander over to the left you will see the new me. I have violet in my hair. It's such a little thing, but it feels so happy and free.....

CONFESSIONS:
1. I've become addicted to my toothpaste. I got the foamy kind and now I just like the way it makes my teeth feel, so I brush my teeth a little more than necessary.
2. I've eaten more vegetables in the past two weeks than I have in the past two years.
3. I ate Ben and Jerry's out of the carton last night.
4. I miss my roommate.
5. I like to lick stamps....the new sticker kind that don't need to be licked make me disappointed.

I've gone postal. SOOOO I think I'll go sit under the mailbox and wait for a letter from my penpal. :)

Pizza, Soda, and Dried-Up Sympathy

At my university, we have a textbook distribution system called Textbook Rental. Whereas at most schools you go to the university bookstore and buy your books, possibly selling them back at the end of the semester and getting only a fraction of what you paid, we allow students to rent. They rent the books they need for their classes, paying about $22 per course, and they bring the books back after finals.

There is a catch...The program's success depends on students returning their books and returning them on time, so that students in subsequent semesters can use them. So, students have until the Monday after finals to return their books. If they are not returned at that point, they are automatically sold to the student. That's when you get the $500-$600 bill, and that's when people start getting angry. Naturally, they have all kinds of reasons why they couldn't bring their books back. So, for your viewing pleasure, here are some of my personal favorite reasons why people couldn't bring their books back on time. And no, none of these are jokes.

1) My dog ate them.
2) I got here at 4:05 on Monday and you all were closed, and the door was locked. (My supervisor stayed until 5:00, and the door was standing open.)
3) You never told me when they were due. (The label on the front of the book says this, it's on their receipt when they check the books out, we mail reminder postcards to everyone, we put up flyers all over campus, there's a giant red box outside the bookstore for returns...)
4) We were having a party and some drunk guy peed on them.
5) I worked all day on Monday. (Books can be turned in any time prior to Monday.)
6) They're locked in my apartment and I'm home for the summer. (...and you want me to do...what?....)
7) My significant other/roommate/friend said he/she would turn them in. (A mess waiting to happen...)
8) I put them in that big box on Monday on my lunch break. ("That big box" isn't open when Rental is open. It gets taken out for good Monday morning.)
9) That guy who crossed out the postmark date and wrote a new one so we'd think he sent it earlier
10) "My son or daughter..." Oh, I get it. I'm supposed to bend the rules because Mommy called instead...Nope.
11) I was out of town and my final was online, and it was due on Monday. (That's why they have the Post Office, UPS, and FedEx.)
12) The deadline used to be Friday. (No. No, it really didn't.)
13) I thought I could keep them. (Hello? RENTAL?)

Oh, well. It's pizza day, in honor of Amanda's last day(sad) and Kelci's birthday(happy!), so that helps. More excuses later, because, dear ones, more are sure to come.
~Kassius~