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death to night-owls.
Sep. 6th, 2005 11:17 amOn Sunday I have to be at work at 8:15 in the morning. *whimpers* Welcome to the bloody workforce. They'd better not give me this during school...I won't be going to sleep before midnight if I'm lucky.
Although I am sort of excited about school....well, I'm excited to see people and to read Shakespeare, and to get my ass royal kicked by Dr. Kengas, and to see what the hell is going to happen with the Honors Program director; and to possibly weasel my way into the theater community (or at least to begin to). I'm not so excited to hold down two jobs at once plus a full class schedule; I'm not so excited about the tutoring job in general. I guess I should just shut up and be glad I have jobs. Me = selfish ungrateful brat--and proud, apparently.
Now I have to go clean the house. For reals, this time, not shoving things to the side and hope no one notices. Also, do laundry. And keep the bloody door closed. Not that it matters, really; the bloody rat (I wonder if that should be plural?) has gotten into the floor--or rather, my ceiling--and is making far too much noise. Grrrargh.
And before I go, on a really random note: Does anyone have the soundtrack to Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights? I'd like to steal a couple songs off that if that's okay...
Although I am sort of excited about school....well, I'm excited to see people and to read Shakespeare, and to get my ass royal kicked by Dr. Kengas, and to see what the hell is going to happen with the Honors Program director; and to possibly weasel my way into the theater community (or at least to begin to). I'm not so excited to hold down two jobs at once plus a full class schedule; I'm not so excited about the tutoring job in general. I guess I should just shut up and be glad I have jobs. Me = selfish ungrateful brat--and proud, apparently.
Now I have to go clean the house. For reals, this time, not shoving things to the side and hope no one notices. Also, do laundry. And keep the bloody door closed. Not that it matters, really; the bloody rat (I wonder if that should be plural?) has gotten into the floor--or rather, my ceiling--and is making far too much noise. Grrrargh.
And before I go, on a really random note: Does anyone have the soundtrack to Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights? I'd like to steal a couple songs off that if that's okay...
