wednesday - you know usually this is the point in the week where I'm at my lowest and feel like quitting life, but for some reason that isn't happening this week.  probably due to the lack of inspections.  i hate those.  i LOATHE those. 

I could probably handle the constant hairy male nudity, the smell, and the feces everywhere but it's inspections that get my goat.  I suppose it is the way for us to know we are under constant surveillance and control (hint:  we aren't)  If they were to randomly bash on someone at least try to make it entertaining. 


For example they could hire a clown to come into class and throw a pie at someone random - and get yelled at for having banana cream pie on your uniform.  Or hire a 300lb linebacker to tackle another random person in the hallway just because - then get yelled at for lowering your eyes to the enemy. Or get someone to throw a flashbang into a classroom then yell at the class for not ducking and covering right away. 

how can anyone live in a place where they have to keep it perfectly clean all the time?  That isn't living, that's just having another annoying thing to clean, polish, fold, iron, dust, or wash. 

let me describe spin class to you today.  It was instructed by this lovely man faced incontinent, who spoke like some sorta ringmaster at a circus staffed by low functioning autistics (she felt the need to explain what RPM stood for), and the guy in front of me outgrew his pants and shirt about 400 big macs ago - so every time I raised my head a hairy brown eye was staring me in the face. 

And people wonder why I escape to the apartment whenever I can. 

Oh yes yet another quiz tomorrow then that should do it until the exam for this thing.  I better get some plane tickets for home now.