In Bad Need of a Shower . . .

It's 6:36 am, and I still have to finish up a paper, print a bunch of stuff off, shower, finish my questions for my 9 am presentation and email/print them off to my group, check and see if my brother's friend has been able to stick a phone number on our video (or if the dern thing's just fine the way it is), study for a test at 10 am, and gas up my car to take my friend to the airport between classes today. And then I have class at 1 and work from 2-4. Esta noche, ¡dormiré!

Aside from all that toxic whining, I really just wanted to say that I'm currently in love with The Strokes, The Shins, and Arctic Monkeys, and Blink-182 is keeping my mood elevated. I'm slimy and need a shower. My face feels like Haven pizza (which is never a good sign, as far as I'm concerned).

Weird aside. I got two calls from the Army today, one from my PT sergeant and another from the AKO peeps, who just left me this vague message to call them back, at such-and-such extension. Huh. The other call was about getting ahold of somebody who might be thinking about joining up and has some questions, so that one's not really any big. I'm not really biased; I went into this with my eyes wide open. I can say that everybody's been pretty forthright when I asked the right questions. Anyway. They weren't anywhere near as bad as I'd heard "those daggone recruiters" were. Pretty great people, actually. Anyway. Good night, or good early morning. :)

Oh, and Radiohead. I'm also in love with Radiohead. Especially the acoustic version of "Creep." Loooooooove itttt!!!!!!!