Guster this weekend.

Guster March 30!

OMG OMG!

I CANNOT EXPRESS MY JOY!
Maybe I can...

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
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Fuschia joy.

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I know this girl who claims to have the "most pix on Facebook." You know, it doesn't count if you tagged about half of them yourself.

Today: 4-7, 9-12 (as in MIDNIGHT)

Tomorrow: 10-1, 1-4

Thursday: 1-4, 4:30-7:30

Friday: 4-7

Add in an hour's worth of driving each way, and OH MAH LIFE. The work itself isn't bad (in fact, I like it A LOT)... It's the driving that I hate. I can't stand to drive 2 minutes to go to Wal-Mart. I HATE DRIVING.

Happy freakin' holidays.

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I am ready to come home. A curse upon you, Dr. K.C., who refuses to cancel his 2-3:15pm psychology lecture just because of a little thing called THANKSGIVING BREAK.

In other news, I still hate ham.

I'm not sure "loathing" even begins to cover it.

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Facebook has now made it easier than ever to stalk.  You can see when someone wrote on someone else's wall, when someone changed their relationship status, when someone sneezed, when someone commented on a picture, when someone joined a group... Is anyone else a little frightened?

I can eat Oreos for breakfast if I feel like it.