and I think that she likes me

So, today. After the fire alarm fiasco, it just devolved into one of those awful mornings when you're physically incapable of getting out of bed and don't really wake up until hours afterward, even after a shower, resulting in one of my most dismal performances on an exam ever in French.

However, I did remember the present subjuntive conjugation of 'prendre' from four years ago, and that's my brain for you, ladies and gents. Mysterious ways doesn't even begin to describe it, but it usually comes through in the clutch.

I went to Publix to pick up the three things I'll need to get through this week. Despite Sunday's Ben & Jerry's Mint Chocolate Cookie pint deviance, I had to forcibly drag myself away from the freezers, but I also lingered over the sugar cookies, which I like for no good reason at all. However, in the end, I managed to walk away from it all with only some fat-free, sugar-free Jello pudding. Self-control like that definitely deserves a 'Whoo!'

( It's my last night at the office for the semester. )

Had my first conversation around a water cooler! Staci and I talked finals week, the office, and my upcoming travels. She was mighty impressed with all our mid-December line-tending. I decided to splurge on dinner and wooed her to come along to satisfy my Greek food craving at Farrah's after I finished the story I was reading.

Not five minutes later, Meghan from Photo comes walking through the newsroom carrying a huge cooler and announcing she has pasta salad, cookies, and oh, yes, Greek food for anyone who wants it.

Oh, and the cookies? Publix sugar.

So, following all that, I did the only logical thing - went out and bought a lottery ticket. [ETA: One out of six, just enough to bring me back for more.]

Headlines of the Night: Police officers serve, service for donations It's a little off-color for a piece about a program called Cops & Lobsters that raises money for Special Olympics, but dude, I just made a Tina Turner allusion involving Gainesville cops. Props have been duly distributed. Also: I want your [safe] sex That one was on a sorority-hosted forum from last night. Have I said I love my job lately?

In other news, we're not talking about the next to impossible Editing exam at, oh, have I mentioned, seven freakin' thirty in the morning? Nor the four-page essay due in Psych at five. And definitely not the 266-of-which-I've-read-fourteen-page book on which I have a five-page essay due Friday. Nope. *headdesks*

Quote of the Day:

"...is a bunch of self-righteous bitches who have forgotten how to enjoy life and instead drain all vitality like a narrow-minded Nosferatu sucking Satan's cock for sustenance."
-Ryan, Detours writer

Most of that won't be in tomorrow's paper, which is a shame as the analogy was particularly apt.

Ohmysquee.

This subject line brought to you by "The Sharon Osbourne Show," eisakay, Joey Fatone (who, for the record, gladly partakes in 'Fatone conventions' most anytime), and the announcement that he's been crashing with Lance in Los Angeles.

This is the kind of thing that makes my fandom great. Don't you want the members of your fandom living together? Aside from, you know, the living together they already do on tour buses and hotels and limousines and back pockets.

Theycouldbecookingtogetherrightnow! Or you know, just kicking it in Lance's (their? Hee!) backyard with Long Island iced teas. Or Lance is getting backlogged into next week because Joey hasn't let him near his computer with pictures of Briahna and stories from his movie sets and, you know, whatever else.

So, yes.

I just wanna live while I'm alive

Big happy birthday snogs to sassygurl, one of the best-kind-of-zaniest people I've ever met. Can't wait to see you again in SoCal, chica.

While I'm here, snogs to the two other Left Coast crazies who know plenty well who they are. It's madness, and I love it. Cannot wait to see you both and squee loud enough for it to be heard on this coast.

Speaking of the forthcoming sojourn, I'm past the anxiety stage and into full-blown out-of-my-mind excitement. Should it be of interest to anyone else, my trip mix so far. ( Eep! My pop music whoredom is showing! )

Anyone who has Tony Lucca's Catch Me (this is a college town! How are there no copies of his CD to be found?) and Cory Hart's Sunglasses At Night (thanks raaone!) and can hook a girl up can name their price.

Made the big, big mistake of getting horizontal on my bed to study for the Editing test last night. Yeah, two seconds later, book still unopened, I was out cold and didn't wake up until 7:23 a.m. *sigh* Studied what I could, which was actually a lot more than the potshots in the dark method of the past two tests thanks to my friend in the class, Krissi, who knows a girl who took it yesterday and passed on the tips. Didn't fail, which is basically the same as winning on that point, so I took the luxury of sitting with her for breakfast.

Sent Al an apple since we were walking through Turlington Plaza. Better late, right?

My withdrawal request for Fact Finding was approved! I am rockin' in the free world.

And to end on a pretty note, as ink_stain pointed out, how is any one man this pretty? How does one upstage Helen of Troy? *boggled*