Sleeeeeepy.
I have a morning voice jury. I figure if I get up at 9, and am at the music by 10:20, I have almost an hour and a half to warm up and memorize my music.
Then I have a grammar test to study for, before shopping with the girls.
I've been meaning to talk about Noble's visit this weekend, but I haven't found a place to say it. So suffice it to say that I missed him muchly and he should sleep on our couch forever and ever amen.
Our holiday party went fairly well, I'd say. I got about 20 of my residents to come, which is a small miracle in itself. Add to that James, Laura, Hugh, other James, Paige, Aster, and Nate. We watched Queer as Folk and played Pictionary. A wild bunch we are. And Rac flirted. A lot. She'll say she wasn't flirting, but OMG whatever. :P
Also. Jamey Ayers got locked out of his apartment in boxer-briefs. I opened the door, pointed and laughed, and promptly shut it. Thank you God. That was an awesome early Christmas present.
Completely unrelated, I've been so fucking horny all day. I've been stand-me-up-against-a-wall, smack-my-bitch-up, bend-me-over, dominate-my-ass, fuck-me-'til-I-scream horny. Yes. VERY. The kind of sex where no words are exchanged, and the fucking begins as soon as they walk through the door because the look in their eyes says they're gonna rip you to pink ribbons and you're going to scream the entire time. None of this tender moments shit for me this time. Which sucks, because guess who gets no raunchy sex for a few weeks? Oh yeah, that'd be me. I wanted to watch Secretary, but I knew that after seeing that movie, I'd compulsively fuck the next thing that moves. So wisely, I didn't. But yeah, colorful dreams, for sure. Nygah.
Okay. So. Jury. Studying. Studying more. Preparing for French Oral (doesn't that just sound dirty?). In between that, I have to write my Secret Slasha story and I want to read
jennyo's Lay of Westley of Wyndham.
Also? I mailed everyone's cards butellasynda's and obsessedmuch's. I'm going to include letters in them, so they'll be mailed by the weekend.
Okay. Bed.
I have a morning voice jury. I figure if I get up at 9, and am at the music by 10:20, I have almost an hour and a half to warm up and memorize my music.
Then I have a grammar test to study for, before shopping with the girls.
I've been meaning to talk about Noble's visit this weekend, but I haven't found a place to say it. So suffice it to say that I missed him muchly and he should sleep on our couch forever and ever amen.
Our holiday party went fairly well, I'd say. I got about 20 of my residents to come, which is a small miracle in itself. Add to that James, Laura, Hugh, other James, Paige, Aster, and Nate. We watched Queer as Folk and played Pictionary. A wild bunch we are. And Rac flirted. A lot. She'll say she wasn't flirting, but OMG whatever. :P
Also. Jamey Ayers got locked out of his apartment in boxer-briefs. I opened the door, pointed and laughed, and promptly shut it. Thank you God. That was an awesome early Christmas present.
Completely unrelated, I've been so fucking horny all day. I've been stand-me-up-against-a-wall, smack-my-bitch-up, bend-me-over, dominate-my-ass, fuck-me-'til-I-scream horny. Yes. VERY. The kind of sex where no words are exchanged, and the fucking begins as soon as they walk through the door because the look in their eyes says they're gonna rip you to pink ribbons and you're going to scream the entire time. None of this tender moments shit for me this time. Which sucks, because guess who gets no raunchy sex for a few weeks? Oh yeah, that'd be me. I wanted to watch Secretary, but I knew that after seeing that movie, I'd compulsively fuck the next thing that moves. So wisely, I didn't. But yeah, colorful dreams, for sure. Nygah.
Okay. So. Jury. Studying. Studying more. Preparing for French Oral (doesn't that just sound dirty?). In between that, I have to write my Secret Slasha story and I want to read
jennyo's Lay of Westley of Wyndham. Also? I mailed everyone's cards but
ellasynda's and obsessedmuch's. I'm going to include letters in them, so they'll be mailed by the weekend.Okay. Bed.