NYC, here we come

Apparently Heidi, Hollie and I are leaving for New York City tonight since two of our favorite shows are set there (Friends and Sex in the City). Heidi decided what characters we would be from one of those shows so we're headed to NYC to become them.

Seriously.

We're leaving tonight when Hollie gets off work.

Any takers?

little known fact

Did you know that in Springfield one of the NBC affiliates reruns that night's episode of Conan O'Brien at 3 AM?

Well, ya do now.

go, mulder, go!

Here I am, once again still awake even though it's almost 2 AM, and I have a lot of work to do. Unfortunately, there's a really good episode of The X-Files on so it's making it really hard to concentrate on revising stuff for my portfolio.

It's the one where this dude kidnaps Scully and drives around with her in the trunk of his car, and Mulder is all crazy-gotta-find-Scully-no-time-for-sleep and Krycek is his partner at the time and it's all his fault that Mulder doesn't get to Scully in time (cause Mulder is riding this, like, airtram thing and Krycek knocks the controller guy out so Mulder gets out and totally hangs from the side because he's a huge jackass and he almost dies but then eventually he gets to the other side . . . or something, it's not important cause he doesn't get to her in time anyway) to stop her alien abduction. Or abduction by the government who are pretending to be aliens. I'm not really sure what happened exactly.

And, yes, if you were wondering, I am a huge nerd.

g phi b, what

I just went to my last Gamma Phi Beta meeting ever. Now I have lots to do on my portfolio. And a secret event later.

Mondays blow.

'ello, guv'nah

I think I'm going to start speaking with a British accent from now on. Just to mess with people.

Cherrio, guv'nah!

jennie needs sleepy

I can't sleep. I'm tired (although, considering what time I finally got out of bed today, I shouldn't be) but I just keep lying in bed not sleeping. So much is happening right now, and I have so much to do, but all I want to do is hang out with my friends, or better yet, hide under my covers curled up in the fetal position. I'm absolutely terrified about next year, or screwing up, and even though I know I'm not alone in this, I don't really know what to do about it.

Aside from writing a best-selling novel and becoming fabulously rich and famous, of course.

I think I'm going to try this sleep thing again. Goodnight.

bitch fest oh fo'

I am so unmotivated right now. And I need to be productive, since I haven't done anything productive all weekend. Friday was moon day, which basically meant a really, really big party. It was a lot of fun, even though it rained. I think.

Yesterday was Witt Fest, which we ended up calling Bitch Fest '04 because all we did most of the day was bitch. But it was fun bitching, so it was OK. What sucked the most was that instead of setting up the stage on Stoughton Lawn they held all the bands in the gym. Witt Fest just isn't the same when it's not outside. Vanilla Ice was the headliner, and we got there before he started, but Janna and I were all ADD so we left to go see American Cherry at McMurray's. Thank god, because it was much more fun than hanging around the stuffy gym waiting to hear Ice, Ice Baby. There are many milestones in life, and I'm pretty sure that's not one of them.

This week is the last week of classes, and it's not even a full week. Wednesday is the last day. How completely tragic.