Keep on keepin' on.

So...I was kind of un-excited about the idea of doing the whole "second job" thing at Cosí this summer, but my lack of motivation to study has lead me to discover two really great things about working there.

One is that after five, it also turns into a bar, and later hours=more hours=more money... and alcohol=bigger bills=bigger tips= more money. Plus, now I can aquire a knowledge of wines and things of that sort. So I like it.

Number two, employees get free fancy coffee drinks while they are working, and 1/2 off on anything when they are not. Which is good, because coffee is expensive.

So basically, working there will teach me to be a hostess, a waitress, and a "barista," so if I ever find myself in LA trying to become an actress I can get a better day job then all the other actresses. And if not, it means I could work at the one here in EL next year and not have to work at the damn cafeteria.

Ew, the caf.

I owed our free movie rental place $2.00 for late fees. They sent me an email about how they will be open Friday and Saturday, today. And if you dont pay on time, they increase is to $20. But, I am a dumbass, and didn't read the email/the contract I signed enough. Because as it turns out, the $2 was due YESTERDAY, and now it is today, and I have to pay $20. They are open today for the people who come in to pay $20.

Stupid misleading email. Stupid contracts.

I don't like it when people who hate Bush refuse to watch him speak because they hate him. The guy does happen to be president. I mean, just because a few moments ago he called liquid natural gas a "solid form" doesn't mean you shouldn't listen to what he's got to say about the energy crisis. I'd say it's relevant.

Tonight my whole family went to the Elton John concert. But not me. They did not purchase a ticket for me because they didnt want to drive me back up to school on a Sunday night. That is the reason.

I think I am getting sick. Finals are next week. Shit.

But, on a better note, we had to take down the loft, and with the current arrangement of the room, I have the bottom bunk, with the top bunk elevated higher than normal, so I have plenty of space to lounge around on my couch-level bed, which also has full access to all my food, the fridge, the microwave, a light, a nightstand, my clock, the window, a trash can, and full view of the t.v. I swear, I will never, ever leave my bed. There is no reason to. Today, I sat leaning up against the corner watching SVU for 2 straight hours, and Taylor was on the futon and just kept handing me candy. It was great.

Ok, bedtime. My immune system needs all the help it can get.

So, tonight I conveniently had to work at the listening ear till midnight. Upon returning to my room, I was greeted at the door by Taylor grinding all over me, Jen trying to sleep right in the middle of the floor, 6 empty liquor bottles by her head, their boyfriends and their friends playing poker for animal crackers, lights on, fiddy blasting. Quite a scene.

I am TRYING to do my homework that is due in 2 hours, but I can't because the stupid website I have to print it from says "FORBIDDEN" when I go there!

RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

They are reeeally good at making the last class of the week cause me too much stress. And is is entirely unnecessary, because when I get there, I am just going to sit there for 50 minutes and stare at my Mexican T.A. while she makes awkward comments like, "'Espero que mi novio...' Anybody? What do you want your boyfriend to do? Joe? What do you want your girlfriend to do? Kiss you? HAHA!! Ha! Ha...ha..."

Seriously, it is so awkward.

We need another car. I want a Jetta more than life, but I am thinking a Civic or Corolla makes more sense. It has to be cute because I will likely get it after college. A good deal is a must.

Thoughts? Suggestions?

I realized tonight that Faygo Diet Key Lime Pie pop is probobly the greatest invention since pump-up high-top sneaker. It actually tastes like the fucking pie. Screw all you who try to be fancy with your goofy Jones Soda, thinking you are too good for Faygo, because I have yet to find a Jones Soda that tastes like a pie.

Seriously though, if everyone just tasted this shit, Michigan would soon be blingin' rich.

I wish something interesting would happen to me.

I don't know what the fuck I want to major in. It is pissing me off. Big-time. I don't know what to do.




I love planning out life after college. I get so excited thinking about how great it will be when I have everything I have always wanted. I just don't know what that is, and it scares the shit out of me, because if I don't get it all, I am afraid I will just be miserable.

Wow, where did all that time go when I had plenty of time to decide what I wanted to be when I grow up?

1. On your current playlist, hit shuffle and pick the first twenty-five songs on the list (no matter how cheesy or embarrassing).

2. Write down one line of the song. Try to avoid putting the song title in the line.

3. Have your friends comment and see if they know the songs. (No cheating! No Google!)

4. When someone guesses correctly, strike out the line and list the correct name of the song next to it. (Don't strike out the line until the song's ARTIST and NAME have both been guessed correctly!)

( Maybe this will be good preperation for my exam tomorrow. )

I hate how cliche it is to love Carrie Bradshaw. And to pretty much wish I was her.

But I LOVE how Miranda/Steve parallel Elena/Dick to a tee.
Un-freakin-believable. It never ceases to amaze me.
I just hope in real life she doesn't end up with his illegitimate child.

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"We do not want to push our form of government on anyone else."
-George W. Bush, State of the Union address

I DIDNT GET CALLED BACK FOR A GODDAM INTERVIEW.

What the hell more do they want from an R.A? I am trained to deal with people in crisis and I really like organized activities!

Plus, my "buisiness-casual" outfit was really cute.

Fuckers.

I think I found out where all the cool people at MSU are hiding.

So, after I heard that Abbott has "much better" food than Phillips, I decided to change up my lunchtime routine and eat there instead. As I was eating my very decent lunch, this guy who was sitting at the table next to me says, "Are you reading that for a class?" I look up from reading Trainspotting and told him no, I wasn't. He asked me how I liked it, we exchanged a few words, and then he suggested that I also read Marabou Stork Nightmares. Very friendly. I thanked him, I went back to my lunch, he went back to his and his conversation with his friends. It made my day! Someone here reccommended me a book! The last time someone here did that, the book was called Good in Bed. (It was my roommate. I'm reading it after Trainspotting.) I immediatly decided that I liked Abbott.

Then, after lunch, I wandered the hallways a little bit, discovered a darkroom in the basement, a "coloring board" where the R.A. had hung up pages of an un-colored coloring book, and you could decorate them at will, and a wide variety of nicely-decorated dorm room doors. Some had lots of bands, some had inside jokes, some had Will Ferrell, some had Greek letters, and many had rainbow-colored Kerry/Edwards stickers. I decided that I loved it, and Nikki would hate it. Then I came home and saw on the website that Mason-Abbott is a residential college for students in the Arts and Letters program. I do believe that has something to do with it.

It was refreshing. Too bad I'm not living there next year.

And now...

NAP.

I officially have a home next year! It is a dorm, as expected, and I am technically rooming blind, because there are five of us, and five is an odd number. I just better get the job as an R.A, in which case I may not end up in that building at all. But whatever, this is comforting. I know I will not be a street bum.

I just better get that job--I'm a crisis counselor for Christ's sake! The "assessment" is this weekend. I think its just going to be a lot of interviews and Natural Resource class type activities. I am all over this one.

But if not, next year I will be in 206 Snyder. Just a heads up, because that's where the party's at, biotches. In my dorm room. Not in an apartment or house.

And then we can have an after-party in the cafeteria.

It amazes me sometimes how much I want more money. I feel so limited, always.

It has been over two months since I last updated. And I'm pretty damn sure I could have found things to write about, I just didn't. I think I got scared.

I have not given my username to anyone here at State. Why is that.

Today is a BEAUTIFUL day.

I need to get outside.

Leny came home this weekend! I was so excited- partially because its nice to be around someone who doesnt think it is the least but strange if I say "Shit, yo!"

No joke-I said that yesterday, and everyone here was like "What? 'Shit, yo?' You're weird." They laughed. I laughed.

We went to the OSU-MSU game, which was boring-disguised-as-fun like every other football game, then we went to the Fisher Theater and saw The Full Monty. You know its a good play when the opening scene is a hot male stripper putting on a show. I recommend everyone downloading the song "Big-Ass Rock" if you're in the mood to laugh about suicide. Don't front- you know you're always in the mood for that.

I do know now the one perk of being at home that I had forgotten about- throwing my shit all over the place any time I want. Having my own room was not too shabby. Neither was going shopping, though. Jesus, did I miss that! Oh yeah, and my dog.

My neighbors had some great signs in front of their lawn. They formerly said Kerry-Edwards, but then after the election they covored them with paper and wrote on them, "America has confirmed what we already knew. We are foolish, selfish, and soon to be broke." I loved it. I am still finding out so much bullshit about Bush that just sickens me to the core. My dad kept feeding me Republican facts and tidbits all weekend, and no matter how true any of it might have been, it was not the least bit convincing in any way.

Oh, Republicans...won't you ever learn?