I decided today that my least favorite part of college is having to pay for classes. Which makes Gonorrhea a very close second. I know I shouldn’t bitch, since I go to a community college now, and the tuition is less than 30 minutes with an ugly, tranny hooker. But still, it is money and time.

Money is pretty self-explanatory: it is X amount of dollars per units, so you just multiply X by the number of units you are taking. If that does not make sense, then just know you will be multiplying some dollar amount by 5, because 5 represents the 5 units of remedial math you will be taking, shit-for-brains.

The time part, however, is not quite as obvious. Most established colleges/porn sites, allow you to pay for everything on their website. Heaven forbid my community college allow that.  Assholes.

So like the lazy, dumbass I am, I wait until the day before they start enforcing the parking permits, to go pay for my classes. The reason this is significant is because in order to purchase a parking permit, you have to pay for your classes first. And in order not to walk a mile plus to get to your class, you have to park on campus, which requires a parking permit as of the second week of school. Sneaky bastards they are. But it makes perfect sense – why would they just sell you the permit?

What this means (OF COURSE!), is that there are a bunch of other lazy, dumbasses with the same plan.  Now I get to wait at the business office with 40 of my closest friends, at the line that would never end.

No need to fret though, since there were a couple good-looking Betties for me to perv at.  I looked them up-and-down for the majority of my time in the line, which made my spank bank material full for the evening’s festivities.

At least now I am done with all the administrative horseshit that goes along with taking classes.  Now comes the – not studying, missing class, forgetting to do assignements, and chasing tail – parts of college.  Sweet!