aaaaaaiiiiieeeeeeee!!

I'm gonna get free!
I'm gonna get free!
I'm gonna get free!
Ride into the sun!

I worship this song. I mean, how can you listen to it and not absolutely BOUNCE out of your skin. Which I spose doesn't sound altogether pleasant, but it fucking is. Zia and I would blare this driving back from Riverside and absolutely tear the fuck out of our throats, shrieking merrily along. Which I don't think my neighbors would appreciate me doing right now, so I shall restrain. See? I can be good. It's just usually not any fun.

Almost done with Project The Second. Which is really Project The Motherfucking Last! Which is really rather fucking exciting!! But I can't stop or even slow down long enough to enjoy this delightful realization because the only thing keeping me going is momentum and a pocket full of sass!!!

Oh oh oh and I constantly type:

down for done
thing for think
think for thing

and a handful of other ones I can't remember right this moment because my brain is fizzing out on caffeine. It's rather maddening. But that's okay. Because it's all almost over. And my resume has been Ellie'd and therefore no longer sucks ass and could actually be given to a prospective employer. Okay can't think about job search or head will explode nastily.

Should really finish Project The Second. NOW.

okiloveyoubuhbyeee *runs around*

dude

Today's Get Fuzzy is so all about ME.

I'm sure all my friends would agree. Especially the snarky ones.

done! done! done!

Okay, so despite the 2 hours of sleep, this is a fucking good day!

- finished Project The Second
- got Friday off work
- remembered to order voicemail for home line
- flat reasonably cleaned
- finishing up last of laundry
- dishes in dishwasher
- mostly packed (*pointedly not looking at the traumatized Hobbsie*)

If this wasn't all exciting enough, just got an email from jeff_nw for an impromptu pre-class dinner!

I'm in such a good mood that I'm not even losing my shit over the fact that Alaska Airline's website sucks beyond words and won't let me buy my ticket, and if I call them they won't give me my due mileage points/fare *grrr* but no no *HAPPY PLACE!* Will try again and not break things!

AND AND AND I even have time to go shave my legs! Color me fucking happy!

I know I'm going to forget to pack something. That's the one thing I hate about travel. Not having my shit with me when I want it. But it'll be worth it.

Wish me a happy border crossing!

Vancouver, here I come!