"I'm Not Really a Waitress"

Dear Blog,

I'm kind of frustrated with God right now, but I guess that makes us even, because I'm sure He's pretty frustrated with me too.

I realized this morning that I haven't been down to The Summit in a long time, so I went at around 7 and got 5 shots of espresso.

I have a tummy ache.

My roommate was supposed to go out tonight, and I was kind of excited because that would mean a party in my room consisting of me lying spread-eagle in the middle of the floor while I studied Ecclesiastes and played really loud Christmas music from my 'puter.

That plan fell through, but it's all good. The caffeine from the 5 shots hasn't hit me yet and I can't wait to feel it's effects.

I have a huge religion test tomorrow and I haven't really studied for it at all. Moreover, I skipped Theatre today to get my nails done at this swanky salon. It cost me 15 bucks, damn-it-all-to-hell, but I figured I deserved it because I feel pretty much like one pound of shit that's just been pissed on. I'm pretty sure there are flies swarming around this mental picture as well.

I got a part in another play - or, rather, a scene from a play that a student is directing as a final project for a Theatre class. I may or may not have to kiss a guy and I'm both excited and horrified at this proposal. I don't even know the bloke, but my nails are painted this pretty awesome red color ("I'm Not Really a Waitress") so I guess that means I have confidence now.

My heart's pumping pretty fast, I think I'll go down to the Union and set up shop for a long night of religion.

"Goodbye's too good a word, babe, so I'll just say 'fare thee well'",

P. I. Staker