Monday, March 29, 2004

I feel like I've been run over by a Mack truck. Several times. And then it decided to park on top of me for a while.

I slept for ten hours last night. And I'm still exhausted. But at least Reel LA and the Reel World dinner are over. I'm done with my fundraising hours for APO. And now I just have to write two research papers, prepare a French presentation, write my French paper, and prepare for the floor trip this weekend. Plus, I have to go to advisement, decide what French class I want to take next semester, got to my Dijon meeting, attend the APO bylaws meeting, prepare a funding application for Area Government, and present at the AG meeting for my Easter program.

I need a hug.

On a brighter note, I love Phillip and Matt, two of my residents. I was stressing out yesterday, but I had an hour and a half to kill. They persuaded me to go to the Grove and then we bought ice cream and coffee and talked. They're such intelligent, amazing guys. I really have a lot of respect for both of them - even though being an RA is the root of a lot of my anxiety, it's worth everything when I get to hang out with the awesome people on my floor.

One funny story from yesterday: Jon and I were put in charge of getting the Thai food from Hollywood and the Chinese food from Chinatown. This was the most disastrous outing ever; if anything could go wrong, it did. I couldn't find the entrance to the 110, I drove around skid row, I missed my exit in Hollywood because someone called me, then we couldn't find the restaurant. Finally, when we narrowly avoided an accident to enter the restaurant's parking lot, we found out that the Thai food leaks. A lot. It managed to get all over the back of my car. We went to Chinatown, couldn't find parking, and then proceeded to park a mile away from the restaurant. Well, when we got there, we found out that Yang Chow has valet parking! I paid $500.12 for the food (!!) and hiked back to my car. Jon, the valet, and I spent ten minutes trying to figure out how to put twenty containers of food into my small VW Golf, and then we squeezed out of that parking lot. Finally, as we were going home on Flower Street, we were stopped. We waited for ten minutes as all of these Chrysler vehicles were being filmed driving in a formation. I couldn't believe that they were shooting a friggin' commercial JUST as I was running insanely late. It was still kinda cool to watch all of the cars, though. Finally, we got back to campus, and I drove all around the walkways in front of Taper. That was fun, actually. I felt like I was racing through a slalom course.

The food got there with 30 minutes to spare. Whew.