Oh wait, that was Rome

Today I confused the citizenship laws of the US with those of ancient Rome and Greece. Honest-to-goodness, I said "Well, if they draft you into the army you get to become a citizen, right?" "Uhh, no?" "Oh... wait, that was Rome, wasn't it?" I should really know better, you know?

And! And... my roomie just handed me a bag of snack mix... and I ate it. Then I looked at the bag. (I was hungry. Food comes before reading.) And found out it contains Ritz, Cheese Nips, Mister Salty (whatever that is...) and Shreddies! SHREDDIES! I didn't even remember Shreddies existed (I'm a bad person). And now that I've been reminded, so many strange and happy memories come flooding back. Without proper context though, sadly.

I also determined today that I'm screwed in general, just because I don't know what I'm doing with myself. And also, I think I go through phases in which I really want to be a writer, bookended by the realization that I'm probably not good enough, nor motivated enough to pull it off, followed by lots of angsting and then more wondering what on earth I'm going to do with myself. Sometimes this is sprinkled with jealousy of other writers. More often than not, these other writers are Neil Gaiman. Sigh.

I can't shake this feeling that there's something I'm supposed to be writing right now (that isn't one of the two papers I have due on the first, or the writing sample). I wish someone could tell me what it was.

All right. Despite the fact that I slept in waymuch late this afternoon, I think I'm going to go to sleep. I think the midnight trip to Harry Potter killed my sleep schedule. But it was worth it. There were some shots that were just made for IMAX.

Oh, and Michigan Ave. was awesome tonight. They were lighting the Christmas tree, which I didn't really realize until we got there. The streets were packed with tourists. It was how a city should look! And so it put me in a really good mood. We had to get off the bus one block over and five blocks south of where we were supposed to, then walk up... and the bridge was closed off and everything. However, it took us past this guy in a fedora and trech coat talking to two Navy kids who were in uniform outside of this club-type place... it was perfect film-noir detective-looking. The guy even almost had the accent. It was beautiful. It's a shame Chicago doesn't win major points like this more often.

A day in the life...

Today I made cake for the seventh floor. I think I know about three people on the floor, and now about twenty probably know me only as a girl who randomly made them cake.

I've also determined that Guster's name does indeed make sense, even if one of my bosses thinks it's a yucky-sounding name. You just have to look at it with a false sense of etymology. See -- you have disgust. If gust is the property you have when you are the opposite of disgusted, then a Guster should be something that instills that property. Therefore Guster is a perfectly appropriate name, QED.

I should really go do my French homework. Yes. My entries are getting shorter and shorter. It's a good sign though, really. Means nothing's bothering me. Yay!