sad realization

I'm just not cool enough for PJ Harvey. Lord knows I tried.

tipsy and reading jane austen at 3.30 am

More than seven years were gone since this little history of sorrowful interest had reached its close; and time had softened down much, perhaps nearly all of peculiar attachment to him - but she had been too dependent on time alone; no aid had been given in change of place or in any novelty or enlargement of society; - No one had ever come within the Kellynch circle, who could bear a comparison with Frederick Wentworth, as he stood in her memory.

sigh

DRUNK!

Woke up on the floor of the living room to Gloria Estefan telling Rachael Ray that she had lost her skirt on tour, to which Rachael replied NO! I'm pretty sure this wasn't a dream or a hallucination. I then climbed into an alternating hot and cold bath. It did make me feel better, but it reminded me of drivers' ed in high school. When they would ask you that trick question.

Which of these will sober you up faster?
A) a cold shower
b) a cup of coffee
c)Monsters
d)None of the above

Since my answer, tonight, would have been a) I realize I didn't remember a damn thing from drivers' ed except the underriding video. Underriding was when a car would slide under an unguarded semi-truck and the driver was decapitated. Scarred for life.

Bed time now.

I want a big bag of little donuts

My commitments for the next ten days:

10-15 minute documentary. I got 34 seconds done last night; it took 3 hours. Due July 23rd

8-10 page research paper about intercultural communication. I haven’t chosen a topic or done thing one for research. Due July 27th

Villi’s birthday – awesome, but consuming. Duties will include, but are not limited to, fetching drinks, cleaning the house, and acquiring birthday donuts on Sunday.

Company conference – will swallow my life next Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday from about 6 AM to 10 PM each day.

If I survive, I have a whole week off before the start of fall semester, but only if I survive.

My mania is manifesting itself in interesting ways. My last dream before I woke up this morning was strange. Michael Cera (of Superbad and Juno fame) and I were performing sketch comedy. Our sketch was about two people who had fallen in love playing Halo over XBOX Live. They decided to wear their headsets for the entire ceremony with the bride (me) carrying my controller instead of a bouquet. And then it was time to go to work.

Yep.

Probably no more posts for the week, but I look forward to returning to my former posting glory.

Drowning and annoyed

Party was lovely. School is deadly. Work is annoyed...no, wait. I am annoyed.