Chronometrophobia, Cheating to Smoke, & Silent Money

Outkast has a song called Chronometrophobia on the new album Idlewild, which is about the fear of clocks and the fear of time....and that's kinda where I'm stuck now. So today is Saturday and I haven't been able to think right since Thursday afternoon. So here's how it went. Basically I did all my classes and went to the formal interview with Phi Mu Alpha...and did that, which I thought it went fairly well. I'm curious to know exactly what Aaron was writing down on the piece of paper while I was talking. The good news is that I didn't have to learn all that crazy stuff like Adam did like he knew the whole background of everything about everything. Fortunately the interview wasn't like that, and I'm glad we didn't have to know all of that. However he did ask some questions that I was prepared for like why I wanted to do PMA, and stuff like that, and I remember thinking as I sat there that I had to show proper eye-contact with all of them so I had to force myself to keep my head up and look at all of them as they sat there compelling with their eyes all hard and conniving. But anyway...after that I went and chilled out with Porter and Adam and Timmy (whom I have fallen in love with, not like that mind you) and I went back to my room when Adam and Porter came and picked me up and we went to PJ's PMA party over in Pembroke Pointe.

Honestly I'm not sure I went but I went because I felt like it was the right thing to do, since I am trying to join their fraternity and I figured that it would be nice if I try to show some support. So I showed up and felt way out of place there since they were playing beer pong and all of that. So I had Adam go buy me some Smirnoff and I drunk it and a few cups of beer and played flip cup with them. And after a while of bullshitting with them we had to go and then I went with Adam, Porter and Alex (another guy I met there) and we went back to Alex's brother's place and smoked some weed. Yeah I know, I know. It's not typical for me, but I was in a good mood and besides I didn't want to go home yet, and I wanted to hang out with them cause their really cool. So we went back and there and I smoked a blunt with the rest of them and pulled some shotguns with them (I found out that a "shotgun" is actually a different way of smoking weed when you don't actually smoke it, but one person has it in their mouth and they blow out and the smoke comes outward, so you position your mouth in front of the smoke and inhale and hold it in, much like smoking without smoking. So I think that's what's Clinton really did.)

But anyway...two other things.

First off, I haven't heard a thing concerning the interview, and that's what got me glancing at my clock every few minutes. I want to know what they decided, because if I didn't get a bid, then I don't know if I'll have enough courage in the future to do it again. So if they're gonna let me do it, then they need go ahead and get on with it. I just want that shirt. That's all. Aaron asked me during the interview if I would be okay with a "challenging hazing precedure" and I know he thought that I didn't know what he was talking about, but I have the beautiful ability to read between lines of bullshit that people love to spit out. So yeah and then Eric (I believe his name is) asked me how my disability affects my life. So I told him the truth that it affects everything. So I don't how they took it. But I suppose I'll find out soon enough. But this waiting is hell...

Speaking of waiting....I'm about to explode. I was supposed to get a fucking refund check on Friday so I got up at 8:30 to go over there and when I got there it had to have been a line of at least 600 to 700 people waiting to get a check. So I got in the middle of it and then 10 minutes before they started passing out checks, the gate is opened and people start jumping chairs and sprinting to get in line and shit. So I got pissed when I was pushed to the back. So a lady came to me and she helped me close to the front, which was great. But I was pissed really when suddenly I was told that the check wasn't printed because the printer was broken. And apart I'm way not alone. Apparently close to half the school is without a refund check because the printer broke. I think that this is because they were being stupid and were trying to print out like 3000 checks in one day and the printer couldn't handle the strain. So now half the school is ready to pull a rebellion of sorts because we're all without money. And of course everyone else is out cashing and spending and shopping etc. So I'm pissed yeah. So Monday needs to hurry the fuck up.