Lobby Monitors

sometimes the seemingly small things make you the most angry...

at my school, when you enter my dorm hall, there are lobby monitors. their job is to check your school ID when you enter the building. yes, it IS annoying and a waste of my time but they ARE getting paid to do it. that fact alone should eliminate any bad attitudes that they have. ITS NOT LIKE THEY AREN'T GETTING PAID!!! regardless, they have bad attitudes and worst of all....

sometimes when i go up to their dumb little desks to show them my ID, they look at me with the blankest stare like they have no idea what i'm doing standing in front of them for. (they are supposed to find my name in their little book) but instead they just let that awkward 4 seconds go by before they say "you're good" or "go ahead".

I HATE LOBBY MONITORS.

so my plan to avoid them completely is to sneak in the door you aren't supposed to go through. altogether elminiating the lobby monitor's stupidity.

and another thing the lobby monitors do, is judge you...when you bring a guy into the building, they always look at you with this "ooooh i know yall two are about to fuck" face. and that really bothers me. especially because if i was gonna fuck someone, i would never bring them here to do it.

ha.ha.ha.

nigel

february 7th 1995..nigel was born. he was the cutest baby ever. he was white with red spots (lol), dark curly hair, and dark eyes. they later became forest green, then even later became light brown. now, a lot of sisters love their brothers, but i feel like i raised my little brother nigel. we were inseperable. i would bathe him, watch him while he slept, and i alwaaays wanted to hold him.

and honestly, when i'm here at school, and i think about coming home, i'm most excited to hang out with nigel. i miss when he was a baby, but its almost better now that hes (almost) all grown up, because i can have conversations with him.

<3 Nigel : )