Sunday, February 10, 2002

TV show, The Winter Olympics with a soundtrack of Sting, "Englishman in New York" (commentators are annoying)

I'm tired.

Really, really tired. I think I could fall asleep right now. And I can't do that because I have so much work.

My weekend was good. Brian's a nice guy, his friends were very cool, I enjoyed that party a lot, even though it was more in the intimate side. I went to another party which just sucked ass, where I realized that I left my purse over at Brian's place. So I went back to get it, and chatted a bit more. A really cool group of people. Hopefully I can hang out with them again.

Housing sucks. I didn't get into Parkside. Not a surprise, but it still stinks.

Today, I'm so tired. Did I mention that?

I saw a colorguard competition. While I was extremely impressed with the talent of the other guards, I'm annoyed with the fact that I suck so much. Which was just solidified by one of the worst practices ever. A typical five minutes with Jennifer goes as follows:
*spin* *drop* *toss* *drop* *toss* *OWWW* *toss* *dammit*

Yup. A great success.

I'm going to bed now. After I watch some more Olympics.