"Who is it, Katie? I mean... Rusty?"

Yes, folks, my dad actually called the dog by my name. It was not my proudest moment. But apparently...

...I just can't compete with that.

I just cranked out the quickest BS of my life: "reading" 30 pages for Theories of Democracy and writing a 2-page "reading response" paper in under an hour. Yeah, that's right. And I didn't even have caffeine.

When I ask my friends how Thanksgiving break went, they usually say "Eh, not much... I slept a lot." This makes me outrageously jealous. People, don't take sleeping for granted. One day you could be like me. And trust me, it sucks to never sleep. I have the worst sleep deficit ever owning my life right now, and I missed the golden opportunity Thanksgiving offered to catch up with it, because I was hanging out with the Crystal person who was at my house... somehow, we got through Thanksgiving break without mocking a SINGLE Lifetime movie. I feel cheated.

The rest of this semester will be a whirlwind of papers, presentations, and intense sadness. However, I can't wait for break. If all goes as planned, Roz will visit me at some point; also, Crystal and I will fly out to Portland to visit her family and stay there from December 28 until January 9. It will be my first time on the West coast. I'm excited! And I'm going to find a way to get to the beach if it kills me, which it shouldn't, because I believe we're visiting San Diego anyway.

Squee.

However, I've gotta say... what I'm looking forward to most about break is definitely the sleep. At this point I would sell my soul for a good sixteen hours.

As a side note, I represented you all today during a brief chat with the IT help desk:

"Hi, I'm calling about my wireless connection. My computer is connecting, but Cisco, which, by the way, is the MOST USELESS PROGRAM EVER WRITTEN, isn't."

(In case you're wondering, although my computer is obviously letting me online, Cisco still isn't working. I hate that program with the fire of a thousand suns.)

Finally, tasering an 11-year-old is wrong? Man. There go my babysitting jobs.