Not feeling like eloquent prose.
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aruan*cue audience laughter* Instead, a bulleted list.
-Drag self out of bed after yet again passing out last night and make it to 10:40 class on time despite pretty new improv fic. Shouldn't have bothered, as if in possession of half a functioning brain an hour out of bed, would've remembered class was cancelled Wednesday.
-Sulk, but only until there's a hot cup of cinnamon hazelnut coffee in my hand. Mmm.
-Read paper and column after column of dubious job offers amid ads for pizza delivery drivers, phone sales reps, and bartending gigs. Consider bartending. Remember that my reputation as a klutz is well-earned. Sigh and drink more coffee. Mmm.
-Good game plan! Morning back on track. Make it to new French class, as they've thrown me out of 1131 and into advanced French II. Take moment to bask in pride. Class goes well! New teacher seems nice but more importantly, smart and goal-oriented. Yay for learning!
-Run home to shower and change. Take longer than justifiable as was caught up with how business sexass I look in a white Oxford with my newly long hair blowdried. Strut to job interview at The Alligator.
-Take copy editing test, feel fairly confident in results. Plan to still submit articles when I'm so inclined, but actual job would be cool.
-Stop at small Italian bistro for lunch, alone as everyone else had class still. Mmm, lasagna and sugar cookie. Good place, go me! Although no points accrued, as also fail to get up the nerve to talk to cute boy in green shirt. Good that I felt like I wanted to though, like I felt ready to.
-Go to friend's house and veg on the sofa watching MTV. He agrees that given her popularity and clout, Britney should've been more musically adventurous on her latest record. Oh, and she should also sing live. TRL a fun time, as was partially (and quite inexplicably) hosted by two shirtless boys, to which neither of us found objection. Proceed to MST3K new episode of Real World as is comprised of seven most earnest, vanilla people on entire continental US. Breaking up with significant others? Hot tubs? Potential hook ups already developing? Boringboringboringyaaawn. Friend extends second all-access anytime invite to apartment. Am always happy to see these kids, and one resolution for this year is definitely to do that more. Feel loved.
-Bow out after saying hello to Logan, who wanders in shirtless as well to continue today's theme, and dazzling two other roommates with sparkling wit and personality even in the face of even lamer Room Raiders.
-Walk to Constans Theater with Miranda for Theater Strike Force show. Catch Al outside, hugs and kisses and turns out he's there to see Josh, too. Fantastic! We all find our way inside.
-Show hilarious! Their own version of audience-assisted improv of Do Run Run, Civil War letter writing mad libs, the party skit with Brit's ex-husband and a raging foot fetishist, and yes, not one, not two, but five simultaneously shirtless boys at one point! Stayed after to give kudos to Josh, who looked tired but happy with his performance and hosting duty, as he should. My friends are so ludicrously talented.
-Walk home in rain and enjoy it. Catch Jon outside dorm, have him come up and sit for a recount as I clean house around him. True to form, he is obliging and a great listener. We review my final schedule and decide I can handle 15 credits again, and watch Miss Britney Jean on a recent Leno rerun talking about marriage at 25, and only laugh a little. She also performs, barely wired for sound but dancing with the kind of style that almost makes you forget. Except, want to heeear her, too.
-Am tired. Until tomorrow, world.
-Drag self out of bed after yet again passing out last night and make it to 10:40 class on time despite pretty new improv fic. Shouldn't have bothered, as if in possession of half a functioning brain an hour out of bed, would've remembered class was cancelled Wednesday.
-Sulk, but only until there's a hot cup of cinnamon hazelnut coffee in my hand. Mmm.
-Read paper and column after column of dubious job offers amid ads for pizza delivery drivers, phone sales reps, and bartending gigs. Consider bartending. Remember that my reputation as a klutz is well-earned. Sigh and drink more coffee. Mmm.
-Good game plan! Morning back on track. Make it to new French class, as they've thrown me out of 1131 and into advanced French II. Take moment to bask in pride. Class goes well! New teacher seems nice but more importantly, smart and goal-oriented. Yay for learning!
-Run home to shower and change. Take longer than justifiable as was caught up with how business sexass I look in a white Oxford with my newly long hair blowdried. Strut to job interview at The Alligator.
-Take copy editing test, feel fairly confident in results. Plan to still submit articles when I'm so inclined, but actual job would be cool.
-Stop at small Italian bistro for lunch, alone as everyone else had class still. Mmm, lasagna and sugar cookie. Good place, go me! Although no points accrued, as also fail to get up the nerve to talk to cute boy in green shirt. Good that I felt like I wanted to though, like I felt ready to.
-Go to friend's house and veg on the sofa watching MTV. He agrees that given her popularity and clout, Britney should've been more musically adventurous on her latest record. Oh, and she should also sing live. TRL a fun time, as was partially (and quite inexplicably) hosted by two shirtless boys, to which neither of us found objection. Proceed to MST3K new episode of Real World as is comprised of seven most earnest, vanilla people on entire continental US. Breaking up with significant others? Hot tubs? Potential hook ups already developing? Boringboringboringyaaawn. Friend extends second all-access anytime invite to apartment. Am always happy to see these kids, and one resolution for this year is definitely to do that more. Feel loved.
-Bow out after saying hello to Logan, who wanders in shirtless as well to continue today's theme, and dazzling two other roommates with sparkling wit and personality even in the face of even lamer Room Raiders.
-Walk to Constans Theater with Miranda for Theater Strike Force show. Catch Al outside, hugs and kisses and turns out he's there to see Josh, too. Fantastic! We all find our way inside.
-Show hilarious! Their own version of audience-assisted improv of Do Run Run, Civil War letter writing mad libs, the party skit with Brit's ex-husband and a raging foot fetishist, and yes, not one, not two, but five simultaneously shirtless boys at one point! Stayed after to give kudos to Josh, who looked tired but happy with his performance and hosting duty, as he should. My friends are so ludicrously talented.
-Walk home in rain and enjoy it. Catch Jon outside dorm, have him come up and sit for a recount as I clean house around him. True to form, he is obliging and a great listener. We review my final schedule and decide I can handle 15 credits again, and watch Miss Britney Jean on a recent Leno rerun talking about marriage at 25, and only laugh a little. She also performs, barely wired for sound but dancing with the kind of style that almost makes you forget. Except, want to heeear her, too.
-Am tired. Until tomorrow, world.
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Date: January 10th, 2004 03:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: January 10th, 2004 03:21 pm (UTC)Thanks again!