I am now the proud owner of Darth Tater. For anyone who doesn't understand, it is a Mr. Potato Head. Darth Vader style. I kid you not.

This is why Brandon rocks. I get plastic potatos.

Now it is the Thanksgiving long weekend and I find myself in a rather nonstress situation other than the fact that I know I have a 6 hour shift tomorrow and I'm pretty sure my library books were due today...

I feel as though things are working for me right now. I have a job that, although it can be frustrating and tiring, gets me some extra cash and I feel as though I am doing something useful. My classes still suck but some of them manage to make me fell smart. Except for Japanese, where I am sure I failed another quiz. I have great friends, have great times, take photos with ghetto disposable cameras, and am pretty much enjoying myself on a regular basis. Except for still not having my laptop back. That still sucks. But I digress...

I will be seeing mom next week (YAYYYYYYYYYYYY!!), my play goes up in just under 2 weeks (OMG), and midterms are coming up. A rather interesting mix of good and bad, says I.

If only I didn't fuck other things up. I now raise my figurative glass to not having another emotional breakdown leading to my crying in the subway, being followed by a sketchy guy (an actual one, not b-don), and then deciding the best coping method would be to get drunk with Jess at 12:20 on a Tuesday morning. NO matter how awesome it was, I can't say that it is really healthy.

Oh Darth Tater, you shall protect me.