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Yo. By now, you know the deal: I'm exhausted, I'm sunburnt, my entire body is sore, and more than likely, I'm hungry.
Although today, I actually ate, so it's more like I'm dreading going back to the granola bars, and my stomach is like 'oh, pleeeeeeeease, don't do it!!!!' Or, it's so shocked by having been given actual nourishment today, that it's trying to remember what it's supposed to do. Either way, my stomach hurts somethin' not good. Word.
Day three of O.L. training was..... good? I don't really know, we woke up early which ended up being pointless since we went on a bogus library tour. The librarian pretty much ran away from us, which was hilarious in its own, but..... kind of sad. At least we got to go through the secret door in the elevator. Then we waited around for a while.... waited around a little more...... categorized pictures...... waited around.... and went to Dorney. Not that amusement parks aren't fun, they just aren't that fun for me any more. So, it was good, but it kind of sucked. We ended up getting back in the city at about 9PM, at which time it was dark and Amanda and I realized that we indirectly knew each other, may have actually met before, and are both irrationally afraid of Philadelphia, in a very rational way. So we walked home together [most of the way], since I only live three blocks past her. Word.
Jesse's moving in on Saturday! Rock on! On one hand, it's a shame that I've got OL duties from pretty much 7:30AM until Midnight that day, otherwise I would help him move in. But on the other hand, I'm probably going to be even more ridiculously exhausted from having spent the previous day helping the entire freshman class move into their dorms. But Saturday's casino night, AND the morning that we're going to run around in the dorms screaming and banging pans and busting holes into the walls and blowing airhorns and stuff, so I'm psyched far past the max.
Erin says she's coming on Tuesday, which is waaaaaaaay 'what's up,' even though it's probably going to be a strange sort of hustle-shuffle-stumble trying to get everyone and everything coordinated, in her case. Man, that's for the sucks.
I don't know when Liz is moving in. =ToT=
I need to straighten up in here, for real. Like.... re-consolidate the art stuff, and figure out where Prince has hidden all of my sculpting tools. Then I need to at least compact my mess in [insert future ridiculous name of Liz's and my shared room here], so she will have space to put her crap, and so she won't have a sudden heart-attack.
I just don't see when I'm going to have the time, or energy to do it. Seriously, I don't know why I've been making these El Jay posts..... It's probably because my computer is on the floor and when I'm done posting these ridiculous tidbits, I just close it and fall asleep where I am... or if I'm feeling particularly dumb, I go and sleep on the couch that's five inches away.... which always intensifies the level of pain and discomfort in my upper body.
This post is long and stupid.
Anyway, that was.... day three? I have no idea how to count, but MAN, I am so glad I didn't grow up in Korea. I'm fairly certain that Ji Yeoun would have beat the crap out of my hands. More on that in reality.
Although today, I actually ate, so it's more like I'm dreading going back to the granola bars, and my stomach is like 'oh, pleeeeeeeease, don't do it!!!!' Or, it's so shocked by having been given actual nourishment today, that it's trying to remember what it's supposed to do. Either way, my stomach hurts somethin' not good. Word.
Day three of O.L. training was..... good? I don't really know, we woke up early which ended up being pointless since we went on a bogus library tour. The librarian pretty much ran away from us, which was hilarious in its own, but..... kind of sad. At least we got to go through the secret door in the elevator. Then we waited around for a while.... waited around a little more...... categorized pictures...... waited around.... and went to Dorney. Not that amusement parks aren't fun, they just aren't that fun for me any more. So, it was good, but it kind of sucked. We ended up getting back in the city at about 9PM, at which time it was dark and Amanda and I realized that we indirectly knew each other, may have actually met before, and are both irrationally afraid of Philadelphia, in a very rational way. So we walked home together [most of the way], since I only live three blocks past her. Word.
Jesse's moving in on Saturday! Rock on! On one hand, it's a shame that I've got OL duties from pretty much 7:30AM until Midnight that day, otherwise I would help him move in. But on the other hand, I'm probably going to be even more ridiculously exhausted from having spent the previous day helping the entire freshman class move into their dorms. But Saturday's casino night, AND the morning that we're going to run around in the dorms screaming and banging pans and busting holes into the walls and blowing airhorns and stuff, so I'm psyched far past the max.
Erin says she's coming on Tuesday, which is waaaaaaaay 'what's up,' even though it's probably going to be a strange sort of hustle-shuffle-stumble trying to get everyone and everything coordinated, in her case. Man, that's for the sucks.
I don't know when Liz is moving in. =ToT=
I need to straighten up in here, for real. Like.... re-consolidate the art stuff, and figure out where Prince has hidden all of my sculpting tools. Then I need to at least compact my mess in [insert future ridiculous name of Liz's and my shared room here], so she will have space to put her crap, and so she won't have a sudden heart-attack.
I just don't see when I'm going to have the time, or energy to do it. Seriously, I don't know why I've been making these El Jay posts..... It's probably because my computer is on the floor and when I'm done posting these ridiculous tidbits, I just close it and fall asleep where I am... or if I'm feeling particularly dumb, I go and sleep on the couch that's five inches away.... which always intensifies the level of pain and discomfort in my upper body.
This post is long and stupid.
Anyway, that was.... day three? I have no idea how to count, but MAN, I am so glad I didn't grow up in Korea. I'm fairly certain that Ji Yeoun would have beat the crap out of my hands. More on that in reality.