Just got back from a steakhouse where Heather and I bestowed our gifts upon the birthday girl. As a sidenote, I had a pineapple margarita and it was awesomely good. Just one more month until I'm legal to drink-- I cannot wait. Cannot. Alcohol should be issued by IQ, I swear it. Rac's currently sipping a rootbeer & vanilla vodka blend that has a nice little kick to it. I wonder if we can get her to dance on the coffeetable naked.

RA training was a bunch of blah blah been there today, with the exception of Will & I performing 'Baby Got Back' in front of the Deans. I've never seen Barb Horneff looking more disturbed oh, ever. But yay for job security, yes?

And in BCDI, Krystal & I were the roommate dispute pair. We had four rotations, and every one got more and more dramatic. I was supposed to be the slobby roommate, and she was the one who always had a boyfriend over. We were so loud that we could be heard four floors down. Typical exchanges included, "You don't live in this room, you inhibit it!" (Krystal), and "I would wash the dishes if you weren't constantly fucking your boyfriend!" "I don't have a boyfriend!" "Oh, I'm sorry-- your manbitch!" Haha. It's fun riling up the newbies. And the ones who are so sure they know what they're doing and get cocky about it are always the ones who absolutely fail.

RCR update: 12 more PA ave houses, 12 more GA apartments. Then I can die.

Timeline update: 9 more days until RA training is over. Then I can die.

And oh! The prettiest roses ever::



Also, in the next pic, you can see my gift to Rac. Heather got her some awesome Shea perfume and a gorgeous little perfume bottle of opaque glass with a pewter, gem-studded moon design. I made her a love draw sachet with a Kabbalistic love talisman (Rac is Jewish), and herbs like damiana leaf and jasmine, and stones like rose quartz and carnelian. I also put in shiny pennies, a pink spell candle, some seashells, and some incense. I also filled it with petals from the aforementioned prettiest roses ever.



Okay. I have to dye my hair while I'm coherent. This fourteen hour workday is killing me.