One more reason why it sucks to be po': missing the Glow in the Dark tour

Oh, curse you unemployment and th 50+ hours a week spent applying for jobs, interviewing and the biggest time sucker of them all: networking. Ah, social awkwardness. I thought I had escaped thee.

Anyway, I am going to miss the Glow in the Dark tour. :(
No Lupe Fiasco :(

No Chad Hugo and no Pharrell Williams :( :( :(

No Rihanna :( :( :( :( :(

NO kanYe West :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :(

(in my best Florida Evans voice) damn! damn! damn!



So now I just got to his blog and stew in self-pity.
Every concert I've ever been to has been so-so. Frankly, I preferred listening to it from my computer. This concert is apparently the shit and here I am being poor, whoring myself to science to pay student loans and yes, going to the library for books. Books that have been marked up by countless people. Thank you, Boston Public Library for having highlighter, pen and pencil happy readers who fortunately mark all the answers in the GMAT book, often working out the problem itself, saving me the trouble of actually learning. Thank you so f-ing much. They supposedly have movies. I have gone without television (I sometimes watch my roommate's from the kitchen), movies and entertainment.

I had an alumni function last week and thanks to a driver that apparently was unaware of her route, I missed it, ending up on the Boston University campus, land of inconsiderate, privileged kids who were too busy popping the collars on their Vineyard Vines polos to get good enough grades so nouveau riche daddy could buy them their way into Princeton or even Cornell. No, there is not enough money in the world for them to take you so daddy had to buy you admission into BU and because he was oh so mean to leave you without a vehicle, you must take the T apparently unaware that seats are for people to sit in, not for you to park your It bag while others stand. Your equally inconsiderate male counterparts clear their throats and spit, yes spit, inside a full car. Too busy getting chlamydia from the edentulous town hooker to attend etiquette class? Or did you just congeal in the woods somewhere? Kindly explain while I scoot your shit over and take a seat because I clearly am not taking your shit like the dumb asses who are standing, holding on to some hope that you are not the thoughtless fuck-wads that you so clearly appear to be.

I don't hate the affluent. It's the tacky/gaudy/self-centered/Donald Trump shit that I cannot stomach.