For what it’s worth, I’m home.

Time of bed last night/today: o530

My real final final? Mastering the art of Zombie.

I’m well on my way to pulling an all-nighter for finals on a Saturday. This makes me at least twenty-three times cooler than you. Obviously.

I currently plan on not sleeping more than three hours a night until I land in Michigan on Tuesday.

Wish me luck? Or Aderol?

I love college. Really. I do.

#250

If I could feasibly live off of StoveTop Stuffing, you know that I would.

There are birds in our little courtyard. How quaint.

I took last night off in a much needed attempt at rejuvenation. I think that it helped. I (naturally) didn’t get as much work done on my ethics final as I’d hoped that I would, but I did dye my hair, shave my legs, paint my toenails and otherwise promote gender stereotypes. In all, it was needed. I can’t imagine the world-class bitch I’d have been today if I had worked.

Most days I’m kind of ambivalent about my height. Today, however, I feel really good about being tall. I don’t know what’s spurred it–maybe it was the hair dye, maybe it’s that I’m actually wearing make-up–but I kind of feel attractive today. A-plus.

Sometimes, I feel obligated to do this even if I haven’t much to report.

I got an awesome care package from Stella on Tuesday night. In it was a DVD of Santa Claus Defeats the Aliens, which is probably the worst movie ever made; second only to Plan 9 from Outer Space. I love it. Only Stella would ever think to send me such a present, and it made my super-stressful and tiring day a million times better.

Oh, and if anyone wants to get me Plan 9, I’m still working on a Christmas list.

Why don’t we get drunk and screw?

Okay, so I’m on a Jimmy Buffett kick. I don’t know exactly what happened there, but… yeah. If anyone’s interested, I’d actually like a greatest hits album or something for Christmas.

Goals I’ve set for myself this weekend:
1- Write a Rock Opera.
2- Become a bouncer at UnderBar.

Both of these things can happen within reason veryvery soon.

2006 kind of sucked, but it’s looking like 2007 might be pretty awesome. Especially if I get the Jimmy Buffett CD.

That was the single most restless night’s sleep I’ve ever gotten. Usually 6hrs is fine for me, but last night I had some crazy fucked up dream that sapped all of my energy renewal.

Once in a while, it’s kind of entertaining when that happens. Other times (like finals week, for instance) it’s just kind of obnoxious.

The best part about not paying for heat: we have no control over it. Thusly, now that the powers that be finally realized it was December… It’s down right Iron Refinery in here.

And, yeah. That’s all I got.

Two turn tables and a microphone.

How’d you like to spend Christmas on Christmas Island?

What’s this? A new Blogger?

Yeah… for those not so much in the “know,” nothing is different. Though, it seems that Google has become a part of yet another aspect of my so-called life.

Damn, that was a good show.

The end of this semester is turning out to be a mildly interesting one. I’m filling my sanity to the brim with plenty of “OHMYGOD IT’S FINALS AND I’M MELTING AHHHHH,” but I’m also sickly enjoying it.

Emotional Masochism?

Probably.

But the thing is, this finals season has final-ly offered me the opportunity to express some of the creativity that I thought this semester would demand of me.

I hate my literature class, and this is no secret, but I’m far more excited for the last paper and “creative project” than I ever thought possible. I’m actually thinking about these projects before the eve of their due, which speaks volumes, and I’m actually starting to write them, too.

I’m putting so much hellfire and venom into every last word, that I’m actually afraid I’ll be marked down because of how much better they are than all of my other projects. Metaphors and analogies, alliteration be damned. I’m kind of starting to enjoy writing again, and I’m pissed that it took me a full fucking semester to get to there.

My television final has the potential to be, probably, the best thing this class has pumped out… provided that people actually show up to class. I hate producing, and was greatly embittered to be nominated Producer after being half a minute late to the group “meeting” because I decided to actually normalize the studio for a change. However, my group is on top of their shit, my Director and I couldn’t be more perfectly matched, and if my paperwork looks half as good typed as it does in my notebook, we’re fucking golden.

I’m doing really well in Studio TV, and thusly I’ve been paired with groups that I’ve felt slightly less than stellar about working with. My opinions are feeling valid, and we can talk in open discussion about how we want this bird to fly. I think that, alone, deserves another A on my reel. We’re a team. And we act like one.

My American Sign Language final is going to probably be really, really fun to tape. There is no one in my group who I feel is so far behind the ASL times that I’m nervous about being taped with them, even if we are being graded individually. Everyone in my group is very fluid and conversational, and even if we don’t all know all the signs all the time, we all know how to ask for clarification and not look like we’ve been sleeping through the last three semesters. Also, we have FACIAL EXPRESSION, which means, naturally, we pwn.

Ethics isn’t going to be nearly as fun, but Dr. K has made attendance to next week’s classes “optional,” which means that we all hate the class and no one is going to be there. And the fact that it’s pretty much the last thing I have to think about before flying to the land of Free Food and Driving makes it that much sweeter.

Besides, I’m the girl who argued on the midterm that within the realm of Psychological Egoism, Mother Theresa was self-centered… This will pretty much be cake.

So, basically.. I’m over-worked and under-sexed and stressed and tired and all that other shit that I always wind up being during finals time, but I’m also positive, which admittedly is a new feeling for me. I was trying to figure out what it was on the train ride back to the apartment this evening, and that’s it.

I’m optimistic.

I’m frustrated, but I’m not as depressed as I usually am. I’m seeing a silver lining. I don’t know what that means, entirely, but things aren’t so bleak right now.

And I have to say… This feeling? It’s fucking weird.

#247

Often I have referred to my mother as nothing short of slightly ridiculous. Today, I recieved a piece of mail from my family, addressed in her handwriting.

My mom sent me a Christmas card. Not only is it about three weeks before Christmas… I’ll be home then. My parents are silly, and they make me laugh.

I went into work voluntarily for about three hours this evening, to do some sampling and brown-nosing on the offchance that the DM and our new RM would show up during their tour of the District. They never showed up, and I’ve always dreamed of a day when I would get to work a shift where my main focus was cleaning and stocking and not dealing with customers. I’m currently torn as to whether I am happy that I’ve finally been given that chance, or annoyed that I wasted three hours of my day during finals at a place that didn’t entirely need me.

I need a laundry gnome.

The Powers That Be that run our humble hole in the ground have finally seemed to realize that the temperature has been hovering right around the freezing mark for the last few days and decided to turn on the heat. We don’t pay for the heat, so we have no control over it. This means, mostly, that on tolerably warm-ish days our apartment will temporarily become the surface of the sun. It also means that on water-freezing-before-it-hits-the-ground days, we have to be careful with taking showers and creating humidity, because it might actually snow inside our apartment. It was so cold in here last night, that we got a new stick of butter out in the evening, and when the roommate woke up at presumably ten a.m. or so, the stick of butter was still hard.

Finals suck. I probably won’t be around much until Death/Home for the Holidays, and if I am, it’ll be to bitch about finals and the weather. Mostly.

Be well.