A Truck is a Lorry, and an Elevator is a Lift. I Get It.

I realized today that I have lived by myself for over a year.

I hate it. It's lonely and boring and there is no one to tell jokes to or to cook with or to make kill bugs so I don't have to.

Can we all live together again, please?

I'm itching to visit each one of you, but with a tuition bill that was due last Friday, I currently resemble the Monopoly man holding out his empty pockets. Tragic.

Today I was working at my new job (scanner/filer/office assistant) and I was wearing jeans, because it's actually a pretty casual law office, and then we had a staff meeting and the head attorneys attended. I felt embarrassed for wearing jeans even though no one said anything.

And then I went to the Law School-endorsed bookstore to get my books for my classes, ESPECIALLY for the one that starts on Friday, and the bookstore DID NOT HAVE THE BOOK I NEEDED. AND I HAVE TO READ 100 PAGES BY FRIDAY. They said they never received anything from the professor. I was so mad. I drove across town to the other, non-Law School-endorsed bookstore, and THEY HAD THE BOOK I NEEDED. I WAS SO HAPPY. I also dragged Lil Bro along so I could teach him the art of buying textbooks. All of his classes are numbered 101 or 122 or 201. His textbooks look so easy, there are practically coloring pages inside.

One of my classes, the one that starts on Friday, is only 5 weeks long. After that, my schedule opens up quite a bit, but for the next 5 weeks, my life is going to be a little hellish. I *gasp* might have to do homework on the weekends!

One of the musical numbers from the Season Premiere of Glee leaked. It's not the best quality, but I was laughing too much to care. Better version found!
I can't believe I have class on Wednesday nights until 9:30. When am I supposed to watch Glee?!?