W is for Weekend.

Oh my god, you guys. My first week back at school kicked my ass. It was four days of "I need to go to bed at midnight, oops I stayed up till 2, 6 hours of sleep ain't bad, OHMYGOD IT'S 8? I'm starving. SCHOOL TIME NO EAT." You can see why I'm exhausted. So exhausted I thought nothing of just throwing a run-on sentence in up there and some fragments. Fuck it, right? I totally got 10 hours of sleep last night and I feel AMAZING.

So this is what it's like to be proud of how many hours of sleep I got. What's worse is I had to force myself to get it - my alarm went off at 8 and I actually had trouble getting back to sleep after that, because I had this nagging feeling I was missing out on all the "stuff I had to do," which is actually nothing. So it turns out that last week not only drained me of all my physical and emotional energy, but was, in fact, so crammed full of activity that now my brain is conditioned to always have someplace to be.

Okay, coherency...coherency...
Tonight Marion, Lauren and I are going to see a movie (perhaps Forgetting Sarah Marshall again? My 3rd time, Lauren's 2nd, and Marion's 1st) and karaoke. This is actually all in the name of "research" for Lauren's bachelorette party, which Marion and I have decided is our job, since nobody else will be working on that for various reasons (1. don't live in Houston, 2. live in Houston but can't be reliable enough to plan anything). So. Karaoke. We're planning on doing it a few times this month so we can decide on a bar, rather than just go to the only one we know.
In case you were wondering, I don't think there's going to be any Male Revue going on. Thankfully. Male Revue is gross.

I'm stalled on Episode 18 from Season 3 of The Office ("Cocktails") - I can't find it, or the remaining episodes anywhere. I want to make the jump to Season 4 so I can watch the Season 5 premiere in September, but the way this shit is going I may just have to suck it up and rent the remaining episodes from Blockbuster. DONT MAKE ME GO TO BLOCKBUSTER, INTERNET! It may be that my Googling them is a silly way to do it, but I don't know any better way than typing, "the office episode 18 season 3" over and over again, hoping for different results. Yes, it is the definition of insanity. No, I don't care. Yes, I'm addicted. No, it is not a problem. I could go on like this forever.

In other news, Kyle's best friend Matt is driving through town in a few days on his way from Florida to LA (he's moving out there) and I'm really excited to see him. I also convinced him to stay for two days so we could hang out. YESSS! And now the melding of friend groups begins...
I love doing this, incidentally. I am a huuuuge fan of taking different friend-groups that I hang out with and throwing them in the mix together. It always turns out either incredibly well and everyone starts hanging out independently of me being tehre, or horribly awkward, and both situations have their merits. My thinking is that if everyone likes me, and I like them, it makes sense that they would like each other. I'm not a mathematician or anything, but I think that's called the Transitive Property.

Oh my god I'm awesome. Okay, I'm going to go take a shower and watch I'm Not There now (I watched half of it last night, and I did not get it. At all. All those people are supposed to be Bob Dylan, but their characters have different names. What? Maybe it's because I was so exhausted last night, or because I have only a vaguely functioning idea of who Bob Dylan is, but I think anyone would be confused).