Yes, you heard me. I demand that several officials resign over this. I expect better from my country, my administration, and my President. It is the end of another semester, which means that we have textbook buybacks. I got a nice chunk of change, but it was only a fraction of what I paid for my books. That sucked, but hey, it's money. At least I got to sell them back and lower the overall cost of my books.
But I digress...
The real reasons I'm pissed are several transgressions over the last week that have accumulated into one giant poofest. After leaving the bookstore, I walked across the street to McDonalds to get lunch. I got a Big Mac and fries, as I hadn't had experience McDonalds in a very long time (months). When I got back to my dorm, the fries were mooshy, my drink was flat, and my burger was stone cold. I dumped the drink and nuked the food, but it didn't help. It tasted okay, but it was cold. I am mad. I wanted WARM food. I demand that McDonalds CEO Jim Skinner resign over this.
Here at my university, we are wrapping up final exams. Our exams started last Friday, went through Saturday, skipped Sunday, and continued today and tomorrow. Since we had exams on Saturday, I keep thinking that Saturday was Friday, Sunday was Saturday, and today is Sunday. It doesn't help that I didn't have any exams today. So here I am thinking that it's the weekend, when it really isn't. I do not like that my internal calendar is messed up. It is a sin. I demand that our University's president resign over this disgraceful display of calendar fuckupedness.
I need to do my laundry, but I can't. My building has 200 snot-nosed college kids in it (myself included), and we all share 5 washers and 6 dryers. As usual, we have that one dolt who washes one pair of underwear per washer, and to hell with everyone else. My clothes smell. They really do. I would blame it on my roommate, but he did his clothes already. I am sick of smell. This is not who I am, and this is not what I believe. If I wanted to be smelly, I would not have put deodorant on this morning. I'm tired of my clean, aromatic ideals getting trampled on. I demand that the Director of Housing resign over this.
It's fucking cold out. Not your typical 50 degrees "Oh put on a sweater Johnny" cold. I mean the cold that turns your fingers to stone. I mean cold that makes your balls retract into your lungs. Cold that's so cold you don't even know you're cold until little kids are skating across your vast iceberg of an ass cold. And I'm in Southern Alabama. I don't even want to begin to empathize with how cold it is up north. This is all Barack Obama's fault. If he had protected our borders like we TOLD HIM TO, we would not have this cold. It would have stayed in Canada, where it belongs. I demand that Barack Obama resign over this massive shortcoming.
I wanna see heads roll over my fries, brain, clothes and cold, people. Get to making phone calls.