First it was days. Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months and for a while things were looking pretty scary. But the time has come once again to bask in the babble that is Meg and to throw up your hands and shout "What the Hell is She Talking About?"
Initially, it wasn't my fault. I wrote entries, but Yahoo kept freaking out on me and I would seriously waste all this time writing only to have all of my precious work disappear into the abyss that is the WWW. And then I didn't bother to try anymore. My final imaging project was following me around like a big black rain cloud, station manager elections were looming in the shadows and final exams kept throwing open the shower curtain with a knife in their hand while that "EEE-EEE-EEE-EEE" Pyscho music blared in the background...so its no wonder I got a little sidetracked. But it was ALL worth it. Not only did I get an A in imaging, but I got a 4.0 for the semester (yes, AC, I'm a hopeless overachiever!) AND I was re-elected for station manager. Everything's Coming Up Milhouse!
Except for that fact that I'm STILL not done unpacking yet.
Yes, I know I've been home since the 8th, but after spending a day getting my laundry done, my mother decided to repaint my room and all of my furniture. So everything I had put away had to be taken out along with everyone that was already in there. So once again, it wasn't my fault. I just haven't gotten it all finished yet. That's what I'm doing tonight. Or at least what I'm telling myself that I'm doing tonight.
It's Friday night and I'm NOT working at Parkside. Jill understands what a complete insult this is to me and I know that no one in their right mind would object to not working on a Friday night, but this is me we're talking about. Important people work on Friday nights. Essential people work on Friday nights. I am not working on this Friday night. I guess the worst part of it is that I really don't have much else to do other than to clean up my room.
The Crew is leaving tonight to go white water rafting but the workaholic isn't going because she's working, so they're not around to hand out with. I was just at Sam's Wednesday and we both have to work and I don't want to commute an hour and a half to work tomorrow morning. My 7 minute commute has been bitch enough alone this week with the construction that starts from the end of my road to Parkside. Just another gripe. Ignore my bitching.
Right. People read this. I should try and make it worth their while. (although it never has been before)
So hooray for good grades, hooray for getting to sleep in a big bed with no annoying noisy girls screaming down the halls, hooray for getting to bust out my spanish skills with the Mexican's at Parkside and hooray for getting to see and spend time with all the people I've missed all semester long.