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.

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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.

Guess what's cool? Getting an A- on your voice jury.
Guess what's not? Hiccuping in the middle of your last line. "Loooooooooohic uh, oooooove for saaaaaale!"

Right.