I've woke up Tuesday morning... around 10am. This morning was the first time I had slept since then. 7 hours total... thus making 7 hours of sleep in 86 hours... I'm pretty sure I officially qualify as a badass... or insane. Or both.
I recently took a look at my previous blog post... you know, the one that was the length of a book? Yeah, that one. It's almost bizarre to see just how much has happened in just 3 months. It's now the end of the school year, and many of my friends are graduating... I (should) be done next year... about damn time! Now I just have to figure out if I want to apply to a masters program, or go for a second undergrad...
I'm currently helping a friend (aka mister "men aren't meant to be monogamous") to start his new business. I guess it helps being the daughter of a business man... He (my dad) has always told me I could "sell ice to the Eskimos". The same saying has been applied by two store managers I've worked for, as well as a district manager. The irony is totally not lost on me... and quite frankly, I may be the only one who chuckles when I hear that... Then again, I'm just easily amused. Hard to believe I'm eligible for Mensa... I'm just odd, it's all good. This weekend starts the process of harassing the Secretary of State office with craptons of paperwork. Then the IRS, and so on, and so forth. They will all know me on a first name basis within the next few weeks... I will make sure of it mwahahaha!
Slightly related topic, anytime I mention any of my friends, I would like to clarify that even when criticizing someone, or something they have said or done, I am of the belief that what you say behind someone's back, you should say to someone's face. I comply with that 100%, and anything said about my friend in the past entry is stuff that I have discussed with them, or bitched at them about before. I appreciate having a friend that I can chew out when they're acting like a douche, or who will call me out when I'm being a tard. I think this ability is not appreciated as fully as it should be... not in the US anyways, but in other countries, it's a lot more normal to yell at someone for 10 minutes, then go "ok, let's go get some lunch". Being a passive aggressive bitch does nothing for me, other than make me bitter. It's just not how I roll. I have always, and will always, refuse to lower myself to be just like the "ordinary" people out there.
I'm currently waiting to get my grades back for my term papers, but by "wait", I actually mean "check the website every 30 minutes to see if my grade has been posted". The paper for my Skeletal Biology class will either be a source of great joy, or searing shame. It's a graduate level class with a badass teacher. She literally scares me shitless, but in a good way, of course. At the very least, I can now tell you everything you never wanted to know about circumpolar people, and their migration history (based on HLA frequencies, mtDNA, craniofacial morphology and skeletal variation, and other adaptive traits specific to certain groups). Considering I had at LEAST 25 articles on the topic that I had compiled back in December, before the class had even started. Like a boss.
I suppose I should get some sleep now? Suddenly, my eyes didn't want to keep themselves open anymore =\ Gotta try to submit paperwork tomorrow and ship a package before 12... if I can stay awake ugh.
