Uninspired

This week kicked my ass.

You should check out the October 6 issue of the S&B at http://www.grinnell.edu/sandb/index.html. I placed the ads, layed out three pages (the KDIC Radio Schedule and the Double Truck for the JRo Dedication,) I finished two calendars, one movie time box, and a volleyball feature that didn't run. Neo was an hour late for the volleyball interview. None of the pictures were ready for the double truck on Wednesday so I had to spend all day Thursday in the Pubs Room. I couldn't place the Choung Garden ad. They're going to be furious. No room. Sorry, man.

In addition to the S&B stuff, I had a paper due yesterday and a Spanish composition due today. It was the kind of paper that makes you physically ill when I thought about just how unpleasent it's going to be to write. Two of my classes were cancelled this week so I managed to get a solid nine hours of sleep last night. The night before, I crawled in bed at 3:45, woke up (kind of) for the fire alarm at 4:30, woke up to finish a paper at 9:00 and sprinted to the Pubs room at 11:30.

I took an incredible 35 minute power nap in the new Fireplace Room in the JRo yesterday. The Grinnell Singers who were practicing on the second story woke me up with a choral arrangement of the fight song. Think of your worst nightmare, then set it to music with really bad choreography. That's what it was like. The alumni and trustees are visiting this weekend. Today at lunch, this really old woman (class of 1878, probably) with processed white hair sat down at the table next to me. She had a massive corn flake stuck in a curl on top of her head. I didn't have the heart to tell her.

In spite of it all, I managed to shower everyday this week. Tuesday night, though, my toothpaste went missing and I couldn't buy another tube until yesterday afternoon. I would say Thursday morning was one of the lowest points of my semi-adult life. I also got a text from Caitlin saying CatTed had to go to the ER on Wednesday night for an intestinal malfunction of some kind. I talked to CatTed last night after calling St. Joe's to make sure she wasn't admitted. She was doing a lot better.

I MISSED PROJECT RUNWAY. Damn. My first episode of the entire season...

Tonight, the dining hall is only open from 4:30 to 6. Some of us are going to Casa Margarita instead, then to the Strand to see Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning. I will probably piss my pants with fear. Tomorrow night, I'm going to Multi Culti house for a visit. They're a fun bunch. I just remembered I have a take home Sociology exam due on Monday at 8:30. I'm going to go take a nap until bowling class now so I can forget again.

I talked to Kelly, Rachel, and Robbs yesterday online. They must think I'm depressed. I'm not. I swear. But the DVD I borrowed from Molly is missing right now. That's annoying. I may have to go buy another copy and just keep the lost copy when I recover it.

For Rachel: "Da, da weekend, da da da weekend" -Kid Sensation, '91. Live it up, guuuuurl.