Here you are with a backstage pass to Kat's First Night on the Job... enjoy the show.

Well, here I am at my job. One of the four, anyway: I now have three babysitting jobs, one of which is at a predefined time every week (Tuesday, 12:30-5:30) and two of which are at the parents' convenience. In short, I will be rolling in money by the end of the semester, assuming I don't spend it all. Speaking of which, I've taken to keeping track of my finances with Quicken, and the week and a half during which I was deprived of my laptop nearly killed them. It feels very good to have control over everything again. That brings me to my good news - my charger got here today! Dance!

In fact, this Monday has gone pretty well. After staying up until 4:30 rewriting a macro paper and a Spanish paper, I rolled out of bed at 8:00, went to Spanish, dropped off the macro paper, and went home to sleep through two classes. I then skipped yet another class to write yet another paper and attend a meeting to get our debate team out of trouble with Student Activities, or at least off probation. I did, however, go to Theories of Democracy... where I cleaned up my email and updated my Quicken info.

I attend class less than anyone I know, and when I do go, it's kind of pointless.

Speaking of debauchery, Adam, Ash and I spent yesterday at a carnival in Baltimore, at which I... wait for it... smoked my very first cigarette! My very first three, actually. They were nicotine and tobacco free, which I, in my naivete, thought meant they were okay... Adam and Ash brutally educated me by telling me of the miracle that is "tar." Apparently I'm so straight laced that I don't understand what's bad about the things I don't do.

Anyway, the cigarettes gave me a headache and made my lungs sad, so I can't be hardcore anymore. *weeps*

Breaking news: I suck at carnival games. I tried one water gun game three times to win a stuffed lizard... Ash won on her first try... I failed every time. It was kind of pathetic. I did win a dolphin, but, to be fair, that was a play-until-you-win rifle game. I then had a dream in which I ran around campus firing a rifle randomly... I thought the rifle was fake, until some girl followed me home from the quad yelling at me about how I almost shot her. Moral of the story: Carnivals engender violence. And they're run by terrorists!

I'm off to do NARC-related things, like watch The OC. I curse you, Adam, for feeding the addiction! *clings to her borrowed DVD's* No! I didn't mean it! Don't take them awaaaay!!