Entries from August 2005 ↓

Currently, one of my Elton fish is pretending to be dead. I think it is trying to tell me something.

Tonight’s task: clean the tank.

I’m only sort of sorry if I seem antisocial this week. I’m trying to organize my life and my home and my brain before school starts next week. You can always try emailing me. Emails are better when I am antisocial.

Also I am mentally preparing myself for the Trailer Trash Tour at Leo’s this weekend. I’m gonna party hard for Kristi’s birthday in Vermillion this weekend. Woo, Labor Day. Woo, too much drinking. At least I’ll get a t-shirt out of the deal.

The Trailer Trash Tour, by the way, if I haven’t told you already, is very classy. You pay them to give you a bucket of 6 or 7 not-so-good beers such as Hamm’s, Schlitz, or Schmidt’s (but sometimes Grain Belt Premium and Pabst’s Blue Ribbon are involved and the hot Minnesota summer has fried my brain into believing these are tasty). In fact, you don’t even have to drink these beers in order to get the t-shirt. You just have to pay for them. (As far as I understand it. This will be my first tour. I will have to consult friends from high school as to how it works exactly. And by high school friends I mean Jenny Frye because she must be a 5x Trailer Trash Tour Champion. She’s a Blue Ribbon kinda gal. Ok, I’ll stop with that now.) But of course we will drink the beers and we will be drunk.

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Oy. Trip to Boston can’t come soon enough.

It’s a party at my apartment!

So. My days are filling up! This has been a very strangely social month for me. I am planning activities in advance and this causes me to get confused and think that I am days ahead of reality. I wish it was the weekend.

Anyway, this also sort of sucks because in approximately 11 days school will start again. In addition to my regular 40 hours at the Bell Museum, I am taking three night classes (11 credits! almost full-time student!). Granted, the classes I will be taking will be fun and right up my alley, I am getting worried.

What if I am overloading myself? I’m so used to being lazy and brain-dead. Will I get stressed out? I hate being stressed, so I rarely let things get to me. But then I also have to finish this distance editing course I’m enrolled in (the end date is in November) so it’s like I’ll be in four classes. When will I have time to study for the GRE that I plan to take in October? How much am I going to hate taking the bus home at 9pm three nights a week, through downtown, during the winter? What if I don’t get to see friends as much? So many things to worry about.

</whine> That’s it. You’re all coming over to my house to see me. Please bring alcohol.

Another side note, I think I’m taking too long to read Assassination Vacation. Last night I had a dream that I was headed to Washington D.C. for vacation and Karyn insisted that I take photos of everything that either proves conspiracies or disproves conspiracies. It was also a kind of deja-vu-ish dream. I don’t think I’m allowed to have multiple dreams about Washington D.C. having only visited once for less than 24 hours — and then basically seeing parts of the town from a crowded taxi at night or on the mall from within a marching throng of people.

But it so happened that the fancy hotel I was checked in to had a stack of free cameras! I picked one up and noticed that this particular camera took 600 photos — on film. I was set. But can you imagine the developing fees? Yikes.

Anyway, I don’t have much left of this book. I better get it done and move onto something else.