In Other News:
I am thinking about ditching the conventional jobs this summer. I am considering being the mail bitch for some advertising company that's too lazy to stuff their own envelopes. Hey, I can "go to work" in my pajamas and get paid 800 a week to do it. Yeah, it's a pain in the ass, but it's easy. I've also been considering offering trumpet lessons and I would love to be able to do that. That would be surreal. Otherwise... I will be diving into the food industry again. Bartending or Waitressing, here I come. Rainforest Cafe in the Mall wants me, evidently. If that doesn't work, Fedex/Kinkos is hiring but that would be so godawful boring I might have to lobotomize myself. I wish I could work at a record store! That would rock sideways. Job hunting sucks. Someone hire me, already. I have talent!
So I done fucked up. I thought we were going to go see The Importance of Being Earnest tomorrow. Unfortunately, I was wrong. It's tonight and I have plans with Damon. =/ I really hope Nic can move my ticket to a different night, because I want to see his show like whoa. It'll be bloody brilliant, if only because he's a relentless perfectionist and simply wouldn't tolerate anything less. So, here's hopin'.
Faith is making home-made pizza. I am so... I smell... I just... yes. Just yes. *gobble*
I sent a semi-sarcastic e-mail to the newspaper that I eventually have to work at thanks to the Journalism program. They had two really massive typos and I couldn't resist reporting them, because if I have to work there, they better be error free if I'm putting those fuckers on my resume. Thus, I reported the typos and a little plug about myself as a potential editor. Hah. I wonder if they'll even reply.
I need caffeine. Or speed. So um... sharing is caring?