Well, this is the absolute last thing I should be doing right now......the first thing being writing papers, and the second maybe being partaking in some form of excercise.....so the third and last: updating xanga.

Anywho, today I went in to work to clean up after the spring reception. The nice part was that everyone left at 2 for a different reception, so I got to stay by myself and close the center after I left. That was nice....I could blast my Ipod while washing dishes and vacuuming and sing aloud to myself with no fear of embarrasment. Also, while waiting for dishes to dry, I was able to prepare a nice little lunch of leftovers from the reception (the food was pretty pimped out, by the by) and so had cheese and crackers and grapes and crab cakes and really felt quite elegant. I'm not going to lie, I was really tempted to top my little luncheon off with some leftover champagne, but fear of getting caught kept me from going quite that far, and I opted instead for sparkling water. It still sparkled, so I didn't feel entirely slighted....though it would have been better with a shot of gin. Anyway, even though I was technically working, I didn't want to leave. The Center for Advanced Study looks like a little house ( its the white house next to ISR), and with no bosses around, it was pretty enjoyable being left to my own devices. But, back I am, and not looking forward at all to the papers I have to write. I purposefully am subbing a shift at the radio tonight from midnight to three to ensure I won't do something stupid tonight like go out and get drunk and be too hung over to do any real work tomorrow. Nice reason for subbing, eh? not to be a good person, or help someone out, but to make sure I would actually do work. Stupid work, I go all semester like, god, U of I is the greatest, and then the last two weeks of class roll around and I'm like, holy shit, I had classes this semester! when the fuck did that happen!! booo to school, and now i hear an America's Next Top Model marathon playing, so I'm basically fucked

ohhhh well, enjoy your friday everyone! As always, I do hope my rambling was to your entertainment standards.

I almost forgot my daily complaint! (though the couple thing was sort of complaining, but oh, I have more)

this one can only be blamed on myself......I bought instant coffee instead of regular on accident....and since I'm cheap, I just keep choking it down rather than buying the real thing....damn you folgers instant, looking so eerily similar to the real thing! And a curse on me for buying/drinking it.

that is all

It really gives me great joy to know that my xanga return has been so appreciated by my sister and my best friend. Mandy and Heather, this one's for you.....

It's not really for you, it just seemed like a nice thing to say.

Do you ever have days where you just feel like being mean to people? Or maybe it can be better described as a day where people seem especially annoying. I've had days where I feel the need to be pointlessly mean, but this wasn't one of them. This was one where I glared at sappy couples interrupting my voyeurism of other, less disgustingly sappy people, on the quad this afternoon. I usually enjoy people watching, but this stupid couple was so nastily making out  that I had to get up and move. To the nasty/sappy couples of the world, please refrain from dry humping in public and in front of me.....ok, so they were more kissing than dry humping, but whatever. Clearly, this is not me being mean, but others being annoying.....oddly enough, that seems to almost always be the case! ha

In other news, Lucky let me sleep in this morning! Good news for her since I would have thrown her out the window had she not.

In other other news, the center for advanced study has their spring reception tomorrow, which will be fun, but also means I have to be that freaky girl in the 9am class all dolled up, getting shot dirty looks from all the other pajama clad ladies.

alright, I'm out of interesting stories....my apologies to my loyal audience: Heather and Amanda

So, the endless spiral of complaining continues......

As most of you know, I now DJ, and am fortunate enough to have the 12-3 shift Mondays (this isn't the complaining yet....I really am fortunate not to have gotten the 3-6). Anyway, after my shift ends last night, I headed home, arrived about 3:30ish, ran through my English paper (played on AIM) one last time, and hit the hay around 4. I fully intended to sleep through Shakespeare, since my professor doesn't take attendance and rarely actually talks about Shakespeare, and not wake up until around 10. Unfortunately Lucky, my devil cat, had other plans for my morning. Even though I fed her when I got home from the radio (to ensure she wouldn't wake me up) She nevertheless started meowing and crying like crazy around 6am. Since I can deal with the meowing and fall back asleep, she goes on to plan B and heads to the kitchen where she loves to pull the cabinet door with her paw and let it slam shut....just to give me another clue. I grudgingly get up and feed her again, probably while calling her a fatass (she really is, too), but this solution is only temporary, as after she eats, she again begins meowing, jumping on the bed, and nudging my face. This time, I open my window so she can look outside, as eating and watching things outside appear to be her two favorite activities. Again, only a temporary solution....this cat was determined to not let me catch up on any sleep past 6am. So, around 6:45 I get up, watch the Today show, and actually go to Shakespeare, since at this point there's really no reason to skip, and survived the day on 2 hours sleep. As I was grabbing my ipod and heading out the door, who do I see snuggled into my blankets, purring away.....well, obviously the cat. I guess the purring kind of gave that away. So, being the nice person I am and refusing to recognize that she's a cat and I'm a person, I pushed her out of bed and told her if I can't sleep, she can't either. She hissed and batted at my ankle, but ultimately I'm sure she was able to get back to sleep. stupid bitch.

Anyway, the majority of the week will now be spent holed away in the undergrad starting final papers/study guides. This weekend is a no going out weekend, but I have every intention of treating myself after all my hard week. Talk of a party is in the works....I know I always have talks of parties in the work, but this one on the real.....a barbeque equipped with a keg and tequila perchance.....if my work ethic prevails that is a strong possibility.