Blast to Work

I've got one of those headaches again... I think I'll continue to blame it on the weather, but it's probably a sinus infection of some sort. Evil sinuses that hate me. I did finally e-mail my roomie (Hi if you're reading this... get out while you still can!). It was quite long, and I fear I may scare her off before the end of the month with my bizarre obsessiveness over going to college now. I assure myself it's perfectly normal... but it probably isn't. I'm just weird. Yay weird!

That entire paragraph above makes me sound like my insane 19-year old manager at the theatre. She's always like "Yay everything!" in a pseudo-sarcastic sort of way. It's rather weird, and it's spreading to the rest of my managers (all younger than 22, I believe).

I wish I could watch TV in the daytime without seeing a "Life was great until genital herpes slowed me down." I don't care about your herpes, strange man! Get off my television! And there's that bizarre Zelnorm commercial. What is it for??? Where have all these medication commercials come from, anyway? They didn't exist back in the mid-90s, did they? I really don't remember them before at least 97. It's quite strange. And anyway, whose doctor doesn't know that they've had past heart conditions?? If you're doctor doesn't know that you have allergies or liver problems, maybe you should find a new one actually qualified to prescribe medicine to you?

I actually went to band camp today... 'twas quite weird, to be back at the old school again. Luckily I didn't have to deal with too many people. This year's bandcamp has been overrun with all the old seniors, apparently. I was there, four other former marching band members (keep in mind, out of 8 or so that graduated), and a few flag line, dance line, and majorettes too. It's insane! Why are we all still there?? Ah, and my diploma wasn't revoked for not turning in those pants last year (yay!). It could've been because I caught the band booster's lady while she was really busy, and quite possibly confused out of her mind. Best time to turn in overdue band pants, if you ask me. Mwahahaha!

I left band camp around 11 (I think I was only there for an hour) to go look around Bed, Bath, and Beyond and Linens and Things. I actually did have a purpose besides doting on various things I want to drag to my dorm room... I wonder how many other people in the world end up in Linens and Things explaining to the very young (probably my age) worker there that you're looking for a "Tea spoon, but not the kind you measure with, the kind you make tea with." I want a picture of the look she gave me when I said that, but after I told her it was for loose tea, she did lead me to one (incidentally, the last one). Hooray for tea from London! Now I need to look up Douglas Adams' instructions on how to make a proper cup of tea again. Tea, yummy, yummy tea.

I really don't want to go to work tonight. Drat it all!! I don't want to work five days in a row! I wanted to have Tuesday to myself like Monday, but no, I had to pick up my mom and sister. Ah well, I'll deal with it, provided this headache goes away before I have to go. I hope I don't end up stuck there until midnight again.. hopefully the Freaky Friday (released on a Wednesday, what the heck?) crowd won't be too big. So, should I go watch Sesame Street again until I have to go? I would call off, but I'd get written up. How stupid is that?? Stupid useless discipline policies. You don't get written up if you miss a day of school, and that's more important. And more often than not, they send people home early anyway. Curse Regal Cinemas!

The World is Out to Get Me

No one and nothing interesting at work tonight. It just sort of happened, and then was over. No overly mean people, but no one overly nice, either. I wasn't working with MC, so there was no falling over, jumping, or singing. Apparently a ton of people are leaving soon. Mostly for school. SS is leaving supposedly, and if she does it will make me sad. But the lack of people is giving me more hours. This and next week are both 30-hour weeks. Shame they won't be on the same paycheck, because I'd just like to look at it. They'll probably be hiring more people soon, so my long weeks won't last too much longer. I just wrote down my schedule for next week.. when it's over, August will be almost done! I can't believe how quickly this summer has gone. Of course, now that I've read something waiting for me on the UChi board, September can come a bit quicker if it likes:

Nice!

502 isn't a bad room at all, especially compared to the Frosh rooms you'll see in other dorms on campus. Heck, I think its bigger than most of the first-year rooms in the Shoreland, and that's saying something.

Its not the Hilton, but its got a lot of room (including, if I remember correctly, a kitchen area, but don't take my word for divine truth on that).

You'll definitely enjoy it, and the House =). We're gonna rock next year!

Here's to seeing you in September

KITCHEN!! Of course, I shouldn't get all excited yet, since the word may not be complete divine truth. We're apparently right next to the lounge, but I don't imagine it'll be that bad. I don't think we face the lake, either, based on what other people on our side of the building have said. But really it's impossible to tell since the numbers are so insanely weird! All the odds are on one side of the lounge, all the evens on the other, so it's basically impossible to tell which side of the hall you're on. I'm so confused! Not that that's anything new. Why must this summer force me to wish it was over?? I shouldn't be wishing time away like this, but really, what can one do when all it does is rain, and all they do is work? Can you help but look forward? I just hope I don't end up doing the same thing while I'm in school... it seems to be a habit of mine.

Oh! And I just found out that Guster's playing in Chicago on the 24th of October. I have my heart set on going now, and I'm very close to posting and asking if anyone else at the UofC want to come, but it's late and I'm all shy and tired, and I reek of popcorn and butter. Yucky butter.