Tuesday, Finals Week

It was my very last last (for real this time, guys) shift at Carmike last year. I thought about all the stuff that I should do at work that I managed to evade for four and a half years, like how I've never asked for ID for R-rated movies. I'm quite proud of that. I keep calling things left and right. I'm like "ooh - that clock is mine" or "ooh - if no one takes that string of fun neon red lights around the box, I'm keeping them". I kind of want to keep the Colonel Season's stand because it would make a really kitchy end table or something.

Tim really wanted the Rambo display but since Andrew had already called it, he had to settle for Walk Hard. I think he should just cut out the head and tape it on the wall across from his toilet or something.


Fun desk graffiti from my speech class.







Fun yet disturbing graffiti from my speech class.







Speaking of that class, I have to say that it was the most excruciating 100-level Gen Ed that I've ever taken in my entire life. Good god, the group work! I think the professor had to have gotten burned in the past for issuing too many A's and now this semester she's trying to maintain a bell curve. Luckily, we got a 39/40 on our scrapbook and I squeaked by with a 90.85. Yaaay.

I only have one thing left and it's a three to five page essay on Le Corbeau due tomorrow, but I really just can't find the motivation to get started. Blah, I'll probably just stay at the library all night and then sleep all day tomorrow. That actually sounds appealing.