oh my god! a talking sleeping bag!!
yurrrg, i feel kind of like the living dead right now. i have friends-list stuff i need to comment to, but not yet. i have to work for 2 hours and then go home and most likely sleep some more. maybe tomorrow.
so, in the last four days i have completely changed my mind on the future of my life (which includes leaving UE after this semester, sorry to everyone who will be upset by that, but i'll get out of school earlier this way and i'll only be $15,000 in debt as opposed to $40,000.), beaten myself up for flaking on one of my friends, discovered that i have what seems to be a fan club of mostly 12-year-old girls *lol*, led said fan club in a rousing karaoke rendition of several teen-pop songs that i can't stand, unintentionally made a pretty decent collaboration with someone who can't stand me, touched pickled pig's feet without throwing up, seen three girls EAT said pig's feet without throwing up, participated in a wildly goofy short-film project that i hope never comes back to haunt me, and played dodgeball with sixteen preteen hellraisers for almost eight hours straight.
so, yeah. i'm dead on my feet at the moment. or well, technically, since i'm sitting, i guess a closer term would be dead on my butt. it was a blast, for the most part. i almost feel bad getting paid for being there. i'd do it again without the monetary compensation without thinking twice about it. that is, once i'm not so tired that i can barely feel my body. seriously, when we were packing up to go home, i whacked my head pretty hard right on the doorway of my truck and didn't even feel it. the only way i noticed was when i bounced off.
ok, i'm going to hang out in this empty library for another hour and a half or so and try to stay awake until i get home. laters.
so, in the last four days i have completely changed my mind on the future of my life (which includes leaving UE after this semester, sorry to everyone who will be upset by that, but i'll get out of school earlier this way and i'll only be $15,000 in debt as opposed to $40,000.), beaten myself up for flaking on one of my friends, discovered that i have what seems to be a fan club of mostly 12-year-old girls *lol*, led said fan club in a rousing karaoke rendition of several teen-pop songs that i can't stand, unintentionally made a pretty decent collaboration with someone who can't stand me, touched pickled pig's feet without throwing up, seen three girls EAT said pig's feet without throwing up, participated in a wildly goofy short-film project that i hope never comes back to haunt me, and played dodgeball with sixteen preteen hellraisers for almost eight hours straight.
so, yeah. i'm dead on my feet at the moment. or well, technically, since i'm sitting, i guess a closer term would be dead on my butt. it was a blast, for the most part. i almost feel bad getting paid for being there. i'd do it again without the monetary compensation without thinking twice about it. that is, once i'm not so tired that i can barely feel my body. seriously, when we were packing up to go home, i whacked my head pretty hard right on the doorway of my truck and didn't even feel it. the only way i noticed was when i bounced off.
ok, i'm going to hang out in this empty library for another hour and a half or so and try to stay awake until i get home. laters.