Paper clips and post-its

Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! I'm pretending like I'm working. Well. Working, more or less.

I really need to get out.

Gordon = cracks me up.

It is cold outside as of current. Right now I am putting together my crap for the staff bulletin board. Weeee. So much fun.

This is the worst post ever.

She's bored, people.

Do NOT Duplicate

Shit, people.

I am so ridiculously tired right now. I went to bed around 12, got up at 7:30, and here I am. The UPS dude is bringing in enough packages to choke a horse. Yaaaaay.

I am SO done.

Need to figure out if Ireland is going to happen this spring or summer. Blah.

WHO the hell is RJ Nethaway?!

So I am writing the staff newsletter now. Exciting.

Just put together the staff calendar...looks somewhat spiffy. OR NOT.

WORK AT THE HERMIT SHACK!

I want to go home.

Jumped into a moving car this morning
Yes, I did.

I am physically and emotionally drained. I have a few decisions to make, and I need to make them soon.

And I would be knocked to the floor if I wasn't there already

Saturday. In the office. Blah.

Nate is supposedly going to stop by before he heads out to Montana with his bro.

The Irish kids went AWOL. An incredibly sophomoric decision on their part, fo serious.

Vas else? Babysitting for the Taylor's tonight, which should prove *fruitful,* verily.

Looking into Cal schools, but I seriously don't think the west coast is my area. Especially an area that is sinking in inches YEARLY. Pleasant.

Still formulating plans for my Amazonian tribe...muahaha.

Ahem.

Checkout biotch

Went and saw SEABISCUIT last night, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. An awesome film, indeed.

Dante went to run the Irish kids to the airport, so here I find myself in the office once again. Yaaay. My entire body aches right now. Ah well. How I would love to be on the beach today.

I was told this morning that I need to see "The Island."

From the UPS dude's mouth: "They get on this island, inbreed between themselves and get crazy as shit."
My kind of film.

Every artist is a victim of their environment.

I don't know you, but I want you so badly...

Again in the office.

Wow. I cut my nails way too freaking short, and I am paying for it.

Missing Ashley.

Housing is kicking the shit out of me. I have never met so many needy people in my LIFE.

Saw the Chicago film last night for the first time, and it was definitely everything I expected...tres awesome. Catherine Zeta Jones = diva.

Vat else? Not too much. Taking a staff trip this evening, and I am going to purchase some much-needed essentials.

Almost done moving into Hague. Sigh. I've still got some major crap loitering in Ferno. Tonight is not the night, however.

I was so blind I did not recognize...

Feta is indeed betta.

EAT IT with a fork

Kyle is back from Vermont. Yay for move-age to NY, FO SHIZZLE.

Moving into Hague slowly but surely. Mucho better than Ferno.

KARMA POLICE.

And...sometimes a bandit needs a posse.

The Price We Paid

Yes, so I just saw FREDDY vs JASON. Ahem. One high quality film there, folks.

I'm at home this weekend, which is incredibly awesome. I haven't had a decent night of sleep in a good while, so I am looking forward to catching up.

I experienced the Cold Stone Creamery for the first time tonight. Mucho qualitative.

I have attempted blogging TWICE since August 7th, and everytime the computer crashes. Ah well. Shame on moi for trying to blog at work. SO ANYWHO...

Mucho has transpired since the 7th. We had the 80's staff dance, which was a headache to put together, but turned out. Eh. I checked out over 100 people Friday. Buh-bye.

AGH! Bought my record player on Friday. Too freaking awesome. I broke out my rent's LP collection to find some extremely awesome selections. Props to the parents.

Blah. Well...I'm tired and dinner awaits, so ciao for now, peeps.

2 Sets of arms, they had 2 sets of legs

Numero uno: We have a million freaking staff members checking out this next week. Ahem.

Numero dos: I am actually enjoying my time in the cell.

Numero tres: Had a great evening.

Numero cuatro: I miss Kyle.

Numero cinco: I heart Hedwig.

Numero seis: WE DON'T HAVE A DJ YET FOR THE STAFF DANCE ON TUESDAY!*insert scream*

Numero siete: The IDENTICAL TWIN of one Mr. Terry Becker is at the front desk right now. Tres spooky.

Y por fin... I DO, however, get to go to the opera tonight, so yee freaking haw. Paglicacci, here I come!

I'm Off

Haven't blogged in quite a while. Ahem.

So I was kicked out of my room so some older folks could take it. Sigh. I am moving into Howard this weekend, so I will soon again have my own shower and enough room for my personal effects.

Had a fantastic weekend, thanks. Best of the summer, to be more specific.

Kyle called me from NYC this past week. Ultra-sweetness. As of now, he is living it up in Vermont. Excellent.

Blah. Bored. So much to write about. I have absolutely NO FREAKING time this summer. Good? Bad? I'm not sure.

This summer I've also been able to enjoy the fruits of HR labor as well as the lovely back-stabbing! Fun times.

Bueno, I am going to head to my cell and zonk out for a bit. I have the evening off *thank G-d*, but I am going to assist the Ash-Master with the cream of ice.