So, Karen is out of town this week.  She's gone, buh-bye to Karen 'cause she's in Flordia.  So she sends out all these e-mails saying that we wants us all to be very prompt at work because she won't be there if we're late.  But, BUT, if we are late Steve or Jill will make sure to cover things for us until we make it.  So today is Friday and I have back to back lessons for an hour and a half before working AHS.  My last lesson ends when I'm supposed to be starting my AHS shift.  Karen knows this, Steve knows this, fucking Jill knows this and they are all okay with holding down the fort for 3-5 minutes while I scurry out to my car, deposit violin, viola, and teaching bag, retrieve purse, computer, and meter money and scurry back.  So today, when I finish teaching I go downstairs, it is 5:03 and no one is there.  Not one fucking person is downstairs, and Steve apparantly didn't come in today.  Please, please explain to me why the FUCKING HELL there was no one downstairs keeping the goddamned door unlocked so that I could have a little peace of mind whilst scurring around like a cockroach that has just lost its head.  Is that too much to ask for?  Are the people downstairs so fucking busy that they can't stay until 5:04 so that I can attempt to do the swtichout and get back upstairs.  Apparantly, they FUCKING are!   ...I HATE this place.

In other news, two finals are over, this leaves me two more and a jury.  And, my big, monster, scarier than hell, Jane Austen paper is done and turned in.  At three this morning I finished it, at one thirty I turned it and now the damn thing can stop haunting me.  I actually had dreams about the stupid paper.  You know it's bad when you have dreams about a Jane Austen paper.

Welcome to reality be ready for the pain.  Welcome to reality, will it be in vain.  Welcome to reality, nothing much has changed since you were gone....

"Sometimes I sing and dance around the house in my underwear.  Doesn't make me Madonna.  Never will."

I hate to admit how true that quote it.

Anyway, new layout.  Isn't he cute.  The pic is Jonas Armstrong, he plays Robin Hood in the new BBC tv series.  I love Robin Hood (in all its incarnations) and I love the BBC.  They are the people who spawned Who's Line Is It Anyway?, Coupling, and Little Britain and now they've spawned Robin Hood one of my favorite stories and Robin Hood is sosososo hot.

And so, the end of the year is quickly approaching.  I've got a week and a half left of hell and then finals and then I'm out.  So just three papers, two of them major, two tests, two presentations, read and edit several people's essays and hopefully write fifteen + more pages of my book.  AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!  And all that shit is before finals.  God help me I'm going to die, I'm actually going to stop living.

Oh, and I'm sick...again...fuck.

I am amused by these.  And I've discovered that in all of my family there are too many es.

YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (first 3 letters of real name plus izzle) Jenizzle

YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color and favorite animal) Black Panther

I know, the irony that this is actually a real animal.

YOUR SPY NAME: (middle name, and current street name) Annette Meadowknowlls

Kinda lame if you ask me.

YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first name and first 2 letters of mom's maiden name, first 3 letters of your hometown) Stejejemar

I swear, I'm not making this up.

YOUR SUPERHERO NAME: (2nd favorite color, favorite drink) Blue Cosmopolitan

YOUR ARABIC NAME: (2nd letter of your first name, 3rd letter of your last name, any letter of your middle name, 2nd letter of your mom's maiden name, 3rdletter of you dad's middle name, 1st letter of a sibling's first name, last letter of your mom's middle)  Eeneeje

See what I mean about the es.

YOUR WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (your dad's middle name, and your favorite author's last name) Lee Card

Short and sweet.

YOUR GOTH NAME: (black, and the name of one your pets) Black Marbles

I tried to stay in the Goth realm.  Somehow Waffles, Chipper, Schnoz, Zorro, Snickers, etc...didn't really seem to fit.

By the way, Planet Earth, totally amazing and addicting.

Argh, there are times when I really hate my life.  I have one day left of Spring Break, one day!  I've spent everyday of my break working except for one, which was spent cleaning the house so that when my parent's got home they wouldn't see the sty my brother's had made of our home. 

Today I'm working for Nathan, who SO owes me, I've had two and a half hours of sleep and instead of being able to go home and go back to sleep I have to go over to Coe so that I can rehearse for a wedding gig I'm playing today.  I'm happy for the money, really I am, but I really need the sleep.  I'm about ready to crash now and I have another half hour of work, then rehearsal and the damned wedding doesn't start until 5:00 and we have to be there at 4:15. 

Seriously, sometimes I hate my life.

When I get back to school I have a shit ton of reading to do, which I couldn't do over break because all this reading is in the library.  I hatehatehatehatehate Terry right now.  We have to, by Thursday, have read a bunch of shit biographies about Emily Dickinson and 24+ pages of articles.  Why this couldn't wait until the next week, or why we ahve to do it at all, I don't know.  I also have to write a paper about Primal Fear, finish volume I of Northanger Abbey, write a proposal for my Austen Seminar about my seminar paper, do a bunch of Japanese homework, have a lesson, teach, work, and go to orchestra with a seriously pained arm/shoulder.  I hate school.  Can't I be done with my thesis (hopefully having it on the way to being published) and graduated now?

Oh, Batman, the first movie, is so corny.  Man I forgot how dorky that movie is.

Nobody knows who I really am.  I never felt, this empty before....