I got a good 3 hours of sleep because my body apparently doesn't understand how awesome being well rested feels like.
I suppose this is really all my fault though, as by the time I recovered from Australia jet lag, I realized I only had a few weeks of school left and thought WE HAVE TO PARTY ALL THE TIME and got myself back off schedule.
Or maybe I sincerely have a sleeping problem.
I'm thinking its a combination, MY BRAIN JUST WON'T EVER SHUT OFF.
Needless to say I just did a lot of sleeping/half-eye-in' it today. I'm sure all the people in my 8 AM printmaking class thing I'm some kind of major stoner, but I'M JUST GROGGY, GOD DAMNIT.
Here is something amusing to read:
My transmission is going on my car, a '97 Ford Escort, SEAFOAM GREEN!
Whenever I pass by another green escort in a parking lot I yell "SEAFOAM GREEN!" and pump my fist at them. I've been assuming this is going to make me friends but it hasn't yet.
ANYWAY
It always accelerates really sporadically and, as I talk to inanimate objects on the regular, I have to yell "EASY, ESCORT!" Well I don't have to yell, but I feel the car and me have a bond. When my windows are rolled down people probably hear me and assume I'm yelling at the unruly hooker tied up in my back seat.
+ You know what really bothered me?
When I worked at La Senza, and women would try to return underwear. Now, they would never shop at a store that they knew excepted underwear exchanges, because THAT'S DISGUSTING but they definitely want to shop at a store that accepts their underwear, and only theirs.
"I'm sorry, we don't accept exchanges on underwear, its store policy."
"But I never wore them!"
"And I didn't snort cocaine before work, we all lie!"
I'LL TURN THIS CAR AROUND IF YOU DON'T SETTLE DOWN, ESCORT.
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