'ello bloggy woggy,
There is a certain brand of cigarette now quite impossible to find in the United States called "John Player Specials." I was introduced to them about a year ago when a friend of mine brought back a few packs from Japan. Now, she would let me have one every once in a while and I came to be quite fond of them, until she ran out. We lamented, but life went on. She went back to American Spirits and I to Turkish Golds. I put Johnny Players out of my mind, but I never forgot how good they were.
Twenty days ago I decided to see how much it would actually cost to get some shipped. To my surprise, buying a carton of JPS came out to less money than buying an equivalent amount of cigarettes pack by pack from the closest gas station. Of course, I could have bought a carton from the gas station, but really the only reason I would want to buy so many cigarettes at once is because one can't ship individual packs. Anyway, I placed my order, became mildly annoyed at how long it was taking, and other things became greater concerns.
In the intervening time, I think two weekends ago, I drank too much. Much too much. It think it ended up being about half a liter of gin in a single evening. But anyway, at some point well after I could remember anything, I made a big scene and got in trouble. I was already in trouble, in a way: I was still on probation for getting caught for various things last year. Anyway, it became a big to-do and I had to have a hearing in front of my college's conduct board. They took their time deliberating. I was supposed to hear back yesterday, but apparently someone got sick so they couldn't reconvene and deliberate as much as they wanted until today.
The email finally came today. Now, they've decided I have to talk about drugs and alcohol with someone at the campus clinic, I have to call my effing parents and tell them to call the dean of students, and I'm being moved out of my room to some other building on campus. It kind of sucks! My roommate and share a lot of things, and we're being separated. Small amusement came in the form of their (they being the fuckers at Res Life) written acknowledgement that I don't take them seriously. There was a bit about it in their decision letter. Unfortunately it's that that almost certainly increased the severity of my punishment.
But at least one good thing happened today. I got onto the internet ready to send a message complaining about the fact that my bloody cigarettes hadn't come yet, only to be told they'd finally been shipped.
