Busy Bee

I have been so busy the past two weeks that now that I'm not anymore, I don't know what to do with myself.

*cue music* I just don't know what to do with myseeeeelf, just don't know what to do with myseeelf...

Work has kicked my ass. And then it gave me 2 kidney punches for good measure. We had the biggest auction end ev-ar and then we moved. I had a paper that she gave us 6 weeks to work on, and I finally started it 4 days before it was due (my bad!). I had a test in Political Science.

And... I had a speech in Technical Writing. Technical WRITING why the fuck are we giving speeches over here? It went bad. When I say bad, I mean it. I wanted to go first to get it over with and when I got up there instead of 25 people they magically multiplied to 300,000. And they were all staring at me, judging. I could barely speak, I had *no* idea what I was saying. I kept thinking "I should know what I'm saying, but I don't, they're all looking... looking.. piercing my brain.. aaagghhh --tear up the planks! It is the beating of his hideous heart!!"

Then everything got really hazy and I almost passed out. I had to stop my speech twice because I forgot to breathe. And next week I have to give another speech in that class.

But when life gives me lemons I go by the liquor store and buy a bottle of tequila to go with them. I'm just going to do my speech on why everyone hates public speaking. Or something like that.

Or maybe I'll just give it on Bonobo Monkeys. Cause really, how many chances do you get to stand up in front of a room and say phrases like "they rub their genitals together in greeting"?

Anyway, we're all moved in at work and I have a new office, and somehow by chance ended up with the prettiest desk in the office, the coolest chairs (I totally have chairs in front of my desk like someone's going to come visit me. What a grown-up I am) AND I'm getting art from my friends to decorate my office with. Not only that, they gave me permission to put up a Vin Diesel poster on the back of my door so when I close it I get to look at something nice. (what a grown-up I am)

Oh, and before I forget....

Taylor Hicks rocks my face off! Not only is he the cat's pajamas, because of Taylor I bonded with one of the moving guys. I think Bucky is going next, but according to Moving Guy "Chicken Little gots to go!"

Word.