getting down to vizness
i had my RA returner interview this morning. it went very well. i'm quite excited. jess even IMed me afterwards and told me that i "did an amazing job!!!!!" so... i feel good! :-) i'm not too worried about being one of the chosen 28... but competition for the house is pretty intense. i told them i would be open to houses, BO, viz or smyth. i learned that the BO RA actually has their own studio apartment, so i wouldn't have to fill a whole 6-person apartment. i would much prefer the house, though, so i can share it with my meghan and becca!!!
i think it was worth the all-nighter preparing. that was really just stupidity... but fun stupidity. i had planned to get to work on my presentation right away at 7:00 when i was on duty, while the entire rest of campus was at the gaelic storm concert. i was already sitting in the office pouting about being trapped in the viz during the concert when jess called. she told me she happened upon an extra ticket... so i should just write on the door "for an emergency, dial '0' for the operator" and get my butt over to the concert. i felt guilty... but jess said i could. it was very awesome. i met up with brian and mary there, and during intermission i found becky and sara, and then amanda and katie. i decided to leave around 9:15 so i could accomplish something. when i returned, the internet was being ass-slow, so it took me a ridiculously long time to look up the requirements for my presentation. i got started, but before i could get far, the rest of the concert-goers returned. so brian and i had to idol (only half an hour, i figured that was short enough). when i returned to the office, jess, scotty and mark were there. i should have just gone somewhere else to work. that would have been the intellectual thing. but, no. scotty and mark were there until 2:15. oh my. that of course means that i didn't accomplish anything incredibly significant until almost 2:30. ridiculous. i decided i would put everything together, then sleep til 7. i knew i was in trouble when dr. carroll came in. ugh. the clock struck 7 and i was almost done. ridiculous. but i finished up and went to breakfast. i took a 20 minute nap when i got home, which actually felt ridiculously long. the shower woke me up enough to be all interview-ready.
after my interview, i got back in time for percussion tech. after class, i went to bed and slept for 3.5 hours. mmm.
i'm pretty sure i've fucked with my internal clock enough in the last week to mess me up for quite a while. oh well. friday off = time to recover.
i just had a quality fortune in my cookie:
"Fu Ling Yu Says: Suburban husband is a gardener with sex privileges."
i was scandalous and bought the "adult" fortune cookies in san francisco. teehee.
maybe i should find something for dinner instead of just eating cookies. or not.
by the way, i posted a billion pictures from san francisco on facebook. by a billion, i mean three albums:
one
two
three
teehee... another good fortune:
"Fu Ling Yu Says: The biggest difference between men and boys is the cost of their toys."
okay... it's probably time for real food.
i think it was worth the all-nighter preparing. that was really just stupidity... but fun stupidity. i had planned to get to work on my presentation right away at 7:00 when i was on duty, while the entire rest of campus was at the gaelic storm concert. i was already sitting in the office pouting about being trapped in the viz during the concert when jess called. she told me she happened upon an extra ticket... so i should just write on the door "for an emergency, dial '0' for the operator" and get my butt over to the concert. i felt guilty... but jess said i could. it was very awesome. i met up with brian and mary there, and during intermission i found becky and sara, and then amanda and katie. i decided to leave around 9:15 so i could accomplish something. when i returned, the internet was being ass-slow, so it took me a ridiculously long time to look up the requirements for my presentation. i got started, but before i could get far, the rest of the concert-goers returned. so brian and i had to idol (only half an hour, i figured that was short enough). when i returned to the office, jess, scotty and mark were there. i should have just gone somewhere else to work. that would have been the intellectual thing. but, no. scotty and mark were there until 2:15. oh my. that of course means that i didn't accomplish anything incredibly significant until almost 2:30. ridiculous. i decided i would put everything together, then sleep til 7. i knew i was in trouble when dr. carroll came in. ugh. the clock struck 7 and i was almost done. ridiculous. but i finished up and went to breakfast. i took a 20 minute nap when i got home, which actually felt ridiculously long. the shower woke me up enough to be all interview-ready.
after my interview, i got back in time for percussion tech. after class, i went to bed and slept for 3.5 hours. mmm.
i'm pretty sure i've fucked with my internal clock enough in the last week to mess me up for quite a while. oh well. friday off = time to recover.
i just had a quality fortune in my cookie:
"Fu Ling Yu Says: Suburban husband is a gardener with sex privileges."
i was scandalous and bought the "adult" fortune cookies in san francisco. teehee.
maybe i should find something for dinner instead of just eating cookies. or not.
by the way, i posted a billion pictures from san francisco on facebook. by a billion, i mean three albums:
one
two
three
teehee... another good fortune:
"Fu Ling Yu Says: The biggest difference between men and boys is the cost of their toys."
okay... it's probably time for real food.