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My Shakespeare class pretty much rules the world. Scratch that. It rules this world and all other conceivable worlds both discovered and undiscovered. We have acting troupes, dudes. I don't even LIKE acting, and it's still awesome. My classmates are funny and mostly smart. My teacher is cool. Helena from MSND is batshit fucking crazy, and it's great. Pretty much all our conversations about sonnets have been about sexual innuendo and manlove, which is also really entertaining and interesting. And it's my last class of the day, so I get to end all of my school days on a high note. I'm swimming in a pool of awesome, pretty much.
On the emo end of the spectrum: work has a bizarre and irritating new "room service" policy that, by all indications, annoys all parties involved, and it needs to go. Also: a few of my coworkers still do not understand the etiquette surrounding dishes. I fear I may have found something new to be anal-retentive about, since grammar is apparently not totally doing it for me anymore. But I've really missed a couple of my coworkers and am extremely happy to see them again; and the couple of coworkers who bugged the crap out of me in a deep and profound way are gone. Who you're working with really makes all the difference in evaluating your job's precise level of ire-aggravating suckosity. (Plus, I had forgotten how absolutely adorable some of the residents are, and how much I love them.) I'm sure my general sense of well-being will fade with time, but for now, it's all good.
Anyone have any good tips on getting songs out of your head? Because I've been listening to Imogen Heap's "Headlock" on repeat and singing it in my head when not plugged in to my iPod, and it's getting rather sad at this point. Though I suppose it's no worse than Edict's obsession with Seether's "Fake It."
On the emo end of the spectrum: work has a bizarre and irritating new "room service" policy that, by all indications, annoys all parties involved, and it needs to go. Also: a few of my coworkers still do not understand the etiquette surrounding dishes. I fear I may have found something new to be anal-retentive about, since grammar is apparently not totally doing it for me anymore. But I've really missed a couple of my coworkers and am extremely happy to see them again; and the couple of coworkers who bugged the crap out of me in a deep and profound way are gone. Who you're working with really makes all the difference in evaluating your job's precise level of ire-aggravating suckosity. (Plus, I had forgotten how absolutely adorable some of the residents are, and how much I love them.) I'm sure my general sense of well-being will fade with time, but for now, it's all good.
Anyone have any good tips on getting songs out of your head? Because I've been listening to Imogen Heap's "Headlock" on repeat and singing it in my head when not plugged in to my iPod, and it's getting rather sad at this point. Though I suppose it's no worse than Edict's obsession with Seether's "Fake It."