We could have hired a clown, but this was cheaper...
...Because honestly, what other possible reasoning could explain inviting one's boss (one's way older boss) to a college party where the main attraction is a sketchy tub full of jungle juice? My head is still spinning from that entire ordeal, and I'm not referring to the vodka.
I adore living in a building with 24-hour practice rooms in the basement, OMG. I wouldn't be nearly as far with my piano lessons as I am without them, and I've also been progressing nicely on the vocal stuff I'm developing for Vocal Theatre. It's also really nice to have somewhere soundproof to let out all my frustrations; comes in quite handy, really.
I love the weird looks I get when I trudge downstairs at 2AM in my jammie pants, grummy t-shirt, and slippers, too.
Exams have basically been plaguing my life recently (there's also the part where I might have the plague, but I'll get to that later). I had two last week--Memory and Cognition, then Astronomy--and this week was Industrial/Organizational Psychology. Good times, considering only one of those subjects isn't entirely mind-numbing (see: Cognition, Memory and). Yeah, the insomnia, the constant sense of dread, the studying mania, the missing of the Tivoed programs...oh bipolar disorder, how I've missed you! It took a full month of school for the bitch to truly rear her head once more, which is an impressive new record.
(Disclaimer: I have never been diagnosed as bipolar, nor do I intend to skip into my university's counseling center and declare anything to that effect. I'm just one of those psychology students who finds a little bit of herself in nearly every psychopathology.)
Anyway, the plague. I've been so caught up in work and classes and studying that I kind of ignored the sore throat that's steadily been getting worse for oh, say, a week. The other morning I woke up without a voice and last night I was in horrible pain every time I tried to swallow even water. I'm convinced the end is near, so I called my mother this morning and left her the following message:
"Hey, it's me. Um, so I might have strep throat...or the plague. Should I do something about that? Student Health will probably tell me I have pink eye and send me home, so I was wondering if you had a better idea. *pause, then speaks rapidly* Anyway, Gale Harold is gonna be in a play in New York City and it's called Suddenly Last Summer and if you love me and want to respect my dying wishes you'll help me get tickets. *resumes normal pace* Okay, love and kisses. Remember, dying. Plague. *coughs* Ow. Bye."
I'm opportunistic, what can I say?