2 Weeks

I've got 10 days left to my undergraduate career. I need a real job. I need to wash clothes so I have somthing to wear these next 2 weeks. I am working out using Wii Fit (let's see if its as good as the burn in my thighs says it is). I would like to not go to my current job again (at least not until after graduation). My grad announcements get here Tuesday. I need addresses of people. I need my grad pics. I need medical records faxed to GT. I would LOVE to get a pamper session SOON (I would at lease like my nails done b4 I take pics again). I hear thunder. I am being a whiny bitch.

I know, none of this stuff is bad, I just wish I could push the pause button and take a moment to get my head wrapped around all of it, but the end is here and its coming fast. I'm frickin tired. 2 weeks left and all I wanna do is sleep through them. The fact that the flowers and trees and cat dander are making me allergic to air isn't helping either.

I know it snot the most likely scenario, but I'm gonna remain optimistic that I'm gonna make a film, get Michael Bay credits and rich, and do whatever the hell I wanna do with my self after that. I say Michael Bay because it just really hit me hard yesterday while we were in Observe and Report (FUNNY AS HELL) and saw the Transformers trailer and I was like "wow, how great would it feel to have my name in credits like that?" and I thought about how there aren't very many women who can claim to have their name in the credits so powerfully, and how I wanna be one. If I have to make a movie with some shit blowing up to have my name look that good on a movie screen I have absolutely no problem doing it. Just have to figure out how to get that damn good.

I need a good nickname for the beau, cuz I'm tired of calling him 'the beau' and don't feel like calling him by his real name. Anyway, he made his culinary delight known as spaghetti (and yet he can't do Italian food - cheese on everything) for dinner, and I'm bout to go get thirds and call it a night.

G'Night.