.I mean really, who needs pens?

Last night I forgot my backpack at the wormhole. The wormhole is an architectural anomaly in the college, which creates an outdoor, yet somewhat heated/secluded space for late night chilling. Last night, I forgot my backpack there. Now note, I had nothing of value in the backpack. It contained a broken clock, two hankies left over from treeplanting, and a little sketchbook. This morning I went back to get it. I found it rifled through, the contents at the bottom of the backpack. No big deal. Then I checked the side pockets. I discovered that my pens had been stolen. Two bics, a highlighter, and a sharpie. And my collection of fourteen pennies. Gone. Now, really, I ask...who the frig steals pens?
Today I had job training. Frankly, I found it fascinating, all this stuff about demographics, untainted responses, random calling systems...I liked it. My future coworkers were quite frustrated, thinking the whole thing was really long and boring. My general thought was that eight dollars an hour for sitting in a room and learning about demographics is a great start to any job. On break, while lunching with a coworker, I was asked why I took the job. I explained my student expenses, and that I needed food. "To keep me from wasting away" I joked. my coworker looked at me funny, and said "You're not wasting away. You could lose thirty pounds." I don't even think she meant it to offend, but I feel mad about it.
Tonight I was supposed to hang out with my beloved Conor, but something got miscommunicated so it didn't happen. I spent the evening holed up in my room watching Clerks. I just went outside to chill for a while, but the quad is filled to the brim with drunk people who wanted to hear hilarious Shannon stories on cue. I'm sure Meaghan could sympathize with occasionally feeling like a jolly story sausage machine. The loudest requester kept calling me William. People should try sobriety. It works, I swear. Anyways, two days from now this will be a jolly story about me feeling unforgiving/cranky. If you read this, send a little love my way. Hopefully some people who are not Meaghan, as well.