I'm done, I'm done, I'm done.

No more classes or tests or studying ever again.


Now if only I could find a job...

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In about five minutes I'm going to start watching a scary movie. I have a bowl of popcorn, a giant box of Dots and a giant bag or Reese's Pieces. And my two cats.

I'm excited about the movies (I also rented another scary movie and Casablanca. Weird combo, I know). I am NOT excited about tomorrow.

Tomorrow I have to be at work at 7:30 a.m. I'm working a rodeo that brings in close to 20,000 people every year. I have no idea what to expect. I've never been to a rodeo. I have to stay at the rodeo from 8 a.m. until whenever the country singer that was booked finishes his show.

It's Joe Diffie, by the way. I don't know who that is, I don't listen to country music. I get to sell his merchandise though. Yippee, I get to sell t-shirts to drunk rodeo fans.

At least I'm getting paid commission.

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I don't go "out" a lot. I usually just go to Edward's house and we have friends over and drink beer.

Now, though, I'm interning with three other seniors and two of them love, love, love going out during the week. I don't think I've EVER gone out during the week. Generally just on weekends.

On Thursday I went to a bar at 4 and started drinking. Too early? Nay, say I. It was a long, long, long week and I didn't have to get up until 11 Friday. Plus, St. Patrick's Day is on Monday, but it's also the first day of Spring Break, so most bars will be closed so the bar I went to had really good drink specials.

Green beer = $1
Guinness = $2
Bud Light in a festive green metal bottle = $2.50
Irish Car Bombs = $3

And somehow, after I ordered several green beers and two car bombs, my bar tab was only five dollars. So it worked out well. And I left at 10, so I was only there for six hours. Oops. I had to make fun of a girl that was wearing a nightie as a shirt though. See, I have the same one, it was a birthday present and it's from Target. But wearing it to a bar? Let's talk about it.

I went to that same bar again last night (it's the best place to go, they don't have cover). My old haunt, my favorite bar, the first bar I hung out at as an underage drinker, went out of business. I'm sad.

Anyway, last night this really drunk hippie hit on me, but I paid him no mind because he was a drunk hippie. Later though, he went and ate a piece of pizza that was just sitting in a box on a table. The pizza had been sitting out before we got there, I don't want to know how old it was. As he was approaching some friends at a table, he tripped and fell flat on his face. So that was funny. Then, he approached my friend Tim, who was wearing a Meat Loaf t-shirt (yes, Meat Loaf. Singer of 12 minute epic love songs, actor in such cult classics as Fight Club and Rocky Horror Picture Show, all around good guy). Edward and I saw him swaying around and thinking really, really hard as he stared at Tim's shirt. Then he walked up and said, "I really like your shirt, even if you are wearing it ironically."

And we stared at him, and T. Lee said, "What?!? What does that even mean? What are you talking about?"

The hippie looked uneasy. "Um, also, do you know where the bathroom is?" Poor hippie. He booked it to the door and didn't come back for the rest of the night.

After we got home T. Lee made me watch 8mm, which was just awful. Depressing and gross. I don't recommend.

And now, I'm sitting here eating Starburst Jellybeans. I'm going to clean my room now I guess.

And soon I'll fix my header, so I actually have one. Dammit.

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I'm going to start working on a new template soon.



I've been busy so I haven't been able to update. Just know that I'm graduating in less than 3 MONTHS!!! Ah!


And spring break is next week. I'm staying in a condo with Edward and our friends Dustin and Stephanie. I can't wait for that either! 3 nights at the beach, I don't know what I'm going to do with myself.

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I'm currently trying to stop using the word "like" incorrectly when I talk to people.

I often use like and um as filler words when I'm talking to people. For some reason, me (and a lot of other people, guys and girls) are uncomfortable with pauses in conversation, so they use like, you know, um or uh to fill the space. I use like ALL THE TIME and it makes me sound really, really stupid.

In my PR campaigns class the professor will ream you if you use like incorrectly, and it's pretty embarrassing. I don't use it incorrectly when I'm writing, so there's absolutely no reason for me to use it incorrectly when I'm talking to people. And I can't even imagine what would happen if I spoke like that during a job interview. They'd be ready for the next candidate in 30 seconds.

I think I've gotten better at it, I've started to notice it every time I do it, and I've asked my friends to help me out. Hopefully I'll have it purged from my verbal vocabulary by the end of the semester.

Also, I have laryngitis which really sucks because I'm a talker and now I can't say anything. I also have a fever so I didn't go intern today. Unfortunately, if you miss a day due to illness you have to get a doctor's excuse. I hate getting doctor's excuses because I have a 20 dollar co-pay. So, basically, I'm paying 20 bucks for an excuse, since I already know I have laryngitis and I know there's nothing you can get prescribed to make it better.

Stupid rules.

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My internship has started. I work at a radio station and do filing, drop off bank deposits, answer the phone, check gas levels in vans... All that fun intern stuff.

But I also get to be on the air, learn how to work in the studio, go to live remotes, write commercials, listen to songs and decide whether they could possibly go on air... All kinds of fun stuff!

Plus everyone I work with is really nice. Except one individual, who will remain unnamed.

My final class is well underway. One of my fellow interns is in my work group, which is interesting. We get to advise the university's Small Business Development Center, yay! It should be a fun campaign, I can't wait to see how it works out.

I've got a new cat. Bella. She's my little sister's. The apartment she lives in doesn't allow animals and she got busted, so now I get to take care of her. And of course Bella got sick two days after we got her. Now I have to squirt medicine down her throat every day, fun.

Next week I have to go to a job fair, and get dressed up in my big girl suit. What a blast. I don't think I'm interested in working for anyone that's going to be there (I looked over the list). None of them want a PR major, it's all for business school graduates. Bleh. It should be good experience though. I guess.

Edward's birthday is coming up. I was going to get him The Orange Box, but he told me his parents are getting it for him. Shitty. Now I have to think of a new plan.

So that's what's going on with me. I have to make an eye doctor appointment which sucks, because every time I go, Danni comes with me and the women who work out front won't shut their yaps about us being twins.

If identical twins were an uncommon thing, I wouldn't be surprised by all the dumbass questions I get asked. But seeing as twins are all over all the time, it gets pretty old when people ask if we're telepathic or if we spoke a private language when we were little.

No and no. Pretty much no to any question you may ask us. Ever.

Remember that. Also remember that it's rude to ask personal questions, no matter who you're talking to.

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