I really hope that when I get home today there's a package in front of my door containing...my new inscribed IPOD. I feel super spoiled, but Aaron is a spoiler and is giving me the (better) one that he's getting along with his laptop, and he's getting my old one. So now he'll be a hot punk boy with a pink ipod. eek. I know I would hit on him, fo sho'
So I never did say explicitly that I got that job, but I did, and have been going for a couple of weeks now. It's pretty cool, I feel useful...and I already have an archnemesis. Yeah, sort of, because there's this other intern that goes on the days that I don't, and I get the feeling she works like a speed demon. Which is quite intimidating, this random entity finishing up tasks when I can't finish them before the next day. But I've done the same for her...sometimes, so it's alright--it's just fun to have an archnemesis. She's in good company with Jay Leno. but that's another story.
And here's my new, revised (hopefully permanent) thesis topic, more detailed than in my last post--"Stephen King's 'Salem's Lot in relation to Bram Stoker's Dracula, and where that puts Stephen King in the realm of Gothic literature."
Pretty cool, right?
And! an update on the pet situation. Kennedy (a.k.a. Mousie-poo) is doing good, marking his territory (my arm) a lot LOT. On the bright side, Eek (my danio fish) seems to be in remission from his wierd, bacterial/then fungal fish disease, though he is still on a strict regimen of Pima Fix and Melafix. For a while I thought that was it for poor Eek, but he seems to be getting better so that would be really cool.
Wow that was a long post--in other words...
"I [was] disposed to be gregarious and communicative to-night" (or this afternoon)
Name the book reference and you get ten points.
I feel really odd lately, maybe it's lack of sleep. This post sounds like it's on speed.

I pulled a Jewel Kilcher on Tuesday after my Biochem test--slept at the library on a semi-hidden away couch with the sleeve of the flannel shirt I was using as a blanket shading my eyes from the sun coming through the window. Not quite satisfying...and even worse was how gross I felt walking sleepily to the bathroom to wash my face and fix my contacts.
But man, if there's anything I'm in lack of these days (other than Aaron, who makes an easy number 1 on that list) it's sleep.
Although up until two days ago, it would've been a thesis advisor. My creative writing prof decided not to be my advisor anymore, so now I'm doing a critical thesis--Stephen King in comparison to (more respected) American/Southern Gothic writers i.e. Faulkner, H.P. Lovecraft, or Poe and why that makes him a good writer. And deserving to be studied in schools. Ha, yeah that last part was just a little Jennifer-propaganda.

Yippee! I think I have a job.
Well, not officially yet but I just called them and they said they were trying to get paperwork approved. So that means yes, right?
Anyways, I have just finished two days of classes and the most arduous task I have dealt with is finding PARKING! And it is so bad, I have no energy for anything else. I conserve my energy during classes by dozing and eating snacks, recuperating from the ordeal and gearing up for the upward trek back to the car.
Now I'm going to go consume the biggest crack pipe that exists...or in other words, eat a Chipotle burrito.
Number of Required Summer Reading Books Finished: 0
Number of Crap Books That I Have Read For Fun Since Classes Have Started: 2

By the way...
I been thinkin' 'bout my doorbell.
when you gonna ring it
WHEN YOU GONNA RING IT!

So what are ya'll's (wow that's a texan word) interpretation of that song? I can't get it out of my head, and I have a stinky little interpretation of what he means by doorbell, that I arrived at after Aaron insisted that Jack White does not, indeed, mean his literal doorbell on his door.