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2/11/2005 You know what happens to me when I don't get enough sleep? I do things like walk into the elevator, hit 1, and then stand there a couple of seconds wondering why it's not moving before remembering that I'm on the ground floor and I need to go up to 3. Or I go to Walmart and think "oh, I can get whatever I want because I have a gift card!" and then put it all on my Visa. Yeah. That's me. posted 3:46 PM / post / view (1) 2/5/2005 Oh, yeah, and one more thing. To those of you who are in the know, I'm so so sorry that I missed the pickled egg incident. You have no idea. posted 2:50 PM / post / view (0) You know what's really annoying about being awake between sunrise and, say, 11 in the morning? The sun shines right through my window and into my eyes. It wouldn't be such a problem if I just weren't at my computer, as my desk faces the window, but really, what else is there to do this early in the morning if I'm not sleeping? I need curtains. Charlie tends to get cranky when I don't post. He leaves me weird messages in my comments. Which is actually counter-productive because I kind of like seeing how long it takes for him to start complaining, and it's mildly entertaining to see what he comes up with. So I put off blogging even longer. So there. I have three months left of college. I think I'm going to cry. Not now, but later. Eventually. It's all gonna come pouring out. Eventually, that "I'm almost 22 years old and graduating in three months and I have no idea what I'm going to do and all my friends will be gone and I'll be sitting around in an empty apartment with my cat at 3 in the morning on a Saturday and wondering where the hell did my life go?!?!" Yeah, it's coming. In the meantime, I get to write a 30 page thesis on Paradise Lost from a feminist perspective and finish stage managing Robin's play. And when that's done, I'll have to find myself a place to live and get moved out of the dorm sometime before leaving for Paris, because I sure as hell don't want to have to deal with that after a trans-Atlantic flight. And I want to move home even less, even only temporarily. So. Find apartment. Now I have to go get Amanda out of bed and try not to die in the process, and then we can go shopping for a dress for her to wear tonight so I have more than one friend with me. Wish me luck. Amanda's cranky when she wakes up. |