It is waaaay too hot around here. I feel like I'm dying. They haven't turned on the air in the building yet, and my room is much like an oven. I'm wearing the least amount of clothes that I can still feel free to wander to the bathroom in. I have my fan pointing right at me. And I'm still dying. I am very, very unhappy.

In other news, I have a term paper due in a week and a half that I have not really begun yet. Go me. I did manage to dedicate a solid two hours to it tonight. I have some research done now. I intended to do more, but the computer room was actually hotter than my room (I firmly believe that my 30 grand a year can pay for me to use the school's paper and ink), and I was driven out just before I melted.

Drove to the Sprint store and questioned as to why my fucking phone wasn't working, considering mom's is. Apparently Valpo and Chicago both have no service. Happiness. The phone worked FINE in Merrillville (where the store is). Also happy news, Sprint does not plan to do anything about this until Friday. *stabs*

Job interview tomorrow. Nerves. *cringe*

Back to work on paper (ha ha ha).

Argh!

I have no cell phone service.

I also have no landline.

I have no way to call anyone, and the people I need talk to are not online!

Grrr...

I have a job interview for a Very Good Job (tm) at 4:00pm on Monday.

My mom set it up for me, and I feel a bit ooky about that (I like to get things on my own merit)... But since I need to pay for my trip to England, I'll take what I can get.

Everyone wish me luck!

So, I am such a massive loser than I have been puttering around all evening, just waiting for it to be late enough for me to be able to rationalize going to bed.

I had good intentions of researching my massive term paper that is due in less than three weeks that I have NOTHING written for yet... Yes, well, we all know what they say about good intentions.

I'm going to try to devote most of tomorrow to said paper. I think if I can just START, it will not be that difficult to complete.

Also, tomorrow, must run to mall to exchange shirt mom bought me.

Also, have started making lists for things to get/accomplish before I go to England. Am daunted by size of lists when I have barely started. *cringes*

Update on the phone problem:

I procrastinated long enough, and someone else phoned in the problem for me.

I'm not sure I should feel proud about this, as it is not a very admirable personality trait... but I DO hate phones... so I do feel pretty accomplished.

Well, it's nearly eleven. I'm going to bed now. (never thought I'd hear myself say THAT)

It's only 7:00 and I'm already tired.

This does not compute. I got enough sleep last night.

I'd better not be getting fucking sick.

That is all.

Yay me:

Finished theology paper with 22 minutes to spare, thus allowing me time for lunch.

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SIDE:

Those fluent in Brit-speak:

What does "bounder" mean? (Yes, I'm aware it's probably unpleasant...)

Weekend:

Had a nice flirt at chat with olithered when he was bored.

Went home on Saturday to shop with mom (she hates going by herself).

Came back to dorm Sunday morning/early afternoon to fix Jessica's friend's computer. Then dinner with mom and aunt for Easter. Went to Cracker Barrel. Yum.

Mom gave me a book, two t-shirts, and a load of sugar-free chocolate for Easter (yes, I still get stuff for Easter :p ).

Listened to Stabbing Westward obsessively.

Off to work on the computer some more.

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban full trailer is out!

( Thoughts: )

Can't WAIT for the movie!

This is oddly enough NOT an April Fool's joke. The pull-quote (also the last line of the article) is the best. :)

I haven't had a dumb IMer in a while.

I think the picture on this guy is really worth more than a thousand derisive words from me...

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swordsese: hi ,, how about having a new friend and also a wonderful chat ?? just say HI ...

Me: I wish I had a chainsaw.
Jessica: I'm kind of glad you don't have a chainsaw.
Me: Imagine what I could do with a chainsaw.
Jessica: I want a twin, you want a chainsaw. I think this is the fundamental difference in our personalities.
Me: I bet a chainsaw would cut right through that velvet rope...

I just tried to vote for student senate positions, and I was informed that I obviously couldn't be a student here because I wasn't on their list to vote.

My response: Gee, I wish someone had told me that before I went and took the macro test of doom. (I might be a little worried about this if I didn't, you know, go to school here).

Since I've come back to my room and looked at some of my official mail, I realized why they couldn't find me. The ID I was using to prove I was me has no space in the last name, and the official mail does.

Now, the question: do I bother going back over and making them look again?

Deadjournal stole the stalking/stalked by idea and is using it permanently!

I'm jealous!

Tonight at rehearsal I made my musical debut as the stand in for Mrs. Mister.

Of course, I really can't sing compared to these people, but I think I get credit just for being brave enough to do it, considering the other three ASMs wouldn't even think about it.

:p

Had hysterical amounts of fun. Had positive comments on my volume (yeah, we all knew that I'm really fucking loud). Several were astounded at my amazing ability to speak incredibly fast and still be understood (it was actually in the script, I swear).

Of course, I now have "War! War! Kill all the dirty huns!" on repeat running through my head...

Bed now.

I talked to JSP today about whether or not I'll be able to miss the performance the night of the HIM/KH show.

He said maybe. That he'd talk to some people and give me a definite answer on Tuesday.

*crosses fingers* I REALLY don't want to miss this show.

After much waffling back and forth, I just turned in my acceptance form and deposit for the Cambridge trip.

*cringes*

I guess I'm really going!

... and not the usual kind. :)

So, at the finale of the show, two of the guys are supposed to wheel the piano, bench, and Adam the pianist (which are all on this platform thingie) from the side of the stage, up through the middle.

We rehearsed this like five times with no problems.

Then, we're doing a run through... and right as the platform is sliding into place... I see the... piano... keep... moving...

CRASH!

It topples off the platform, straight onto the stage with a resounding loud noise. The wood falls off the top and all four sides. Screws spit wildly in every direction.

The stage manager lets out this loud, long scream. Adam (pianist) just sits there frozen with his hands up. The guys that had been pushing the piano are looking down at the devastation in horror. The other ASM is just staring at the mess.

Me? I'm laughing hysterically (hey, it was really damn funny)... and trying not to let JSP see. :p

So, the stage manager, the other ASM, and I rush up on stage and try to put the piano back together. We get the guys from the show to right it, then lift it while one of the girls and I slid the platform underneath it. Then we tried to fit the wood back on.

JSP's only comment? "Let's run it again. Leave the piano where it's at this time. From the top. Actors ready? Actors go!"

I personally think it would be a great ending to every show. And someone could go up in the catwalks above the audience and throw screws down like rice at a wedding so everyone could get the full experience. :p

*groans* I feel like I've been hit by a bus.

I haven't slept properly in days, and then last night I think I was worried about the HIM show and couldn't fall asleep because my brain wouldn't turn off.

And I have to give a speech in my first class this morning.

And I can barely remember my own name.

Oh, by the way:

Fucking hell!

There is a performance of the musical I'm working on... on the date of the HIM show. I don't know what I'm going to do.

I guess I have to go talk to JSP and see if there is any way I can miss a show... and if not, not go. But this will make me so so so so sad.

So, the school sent out a news relay that because of the installation of a Phi Beta Kappa chapter here, we have to come to our morning classes early and go to our afternoon classes late.

If this is some elaborate April Fool's Day joke, I'm going to be pissed off.