I'm not dead. Honest.

I've been busting my ass for graduation, trying to get my portfolio to be "the best that it can be" (sorry. outdated jingle attack), work work, in the hell-hole job that I have now, and try to not go crazy all at once.

On Tuesday, I did think for a couple of minutes that I had lost it. I had chosen The Peter Gun Theme for the background music to my Director final project, I was sure for a moment that I had permently seared it onto my brain forever, and I would have to constantly hear

"dun-dun-da-da-duna-duna" accented by a little alien-sounding voice saying "twang daddy" every so often, for the rest of my life.

I already closed out the progam but I was still hearing it

Sure, It's a damn cool beat... but I don't wanna hear "twang daddy" the next time I'm having sex.

Ha! I can so see that at D-Bo's wedding; me being the maid of honor jamming to the music I my head.

As it turns out, my father had left the t.v. on in the other room and Bridgit Jones's Diary or some such thing with Renee Z. (no spelling on that, and I'm not even gonna try), was on HBO, and Peter Gun was the background music.

So my sanity is saved for the moment, to be lost some other day.

And yes, my best (female) friend is getting married to her long-time boyfriend. I didn't believe the whole "brides get carried away/lose their mind" thing until she took leave of her senses for a moment when she mentioned pink bridesmaid dresses. PINK. I don't do pink. I'll look like a bloated frilly parosal for crissakes!

Then she countered with saying she saw some green ones she liked also. This was better. I trumped and tilted the balence by throwing in a mention that green was her favorite color.

Hideous wedding scrapbook pictures as of now are avoided. Narrowly.

Ohh.. I was so excited yesterday. I got an A-minus on my catalogue project.

I was up till 5 am. trying to get that damn thing to print; then I took a 4 hour nap and got up again to assemble the pages and the spine. But it was worth it. And if I fix some minor things and re-print it, my A-minus becomes an A.

Whooo!

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(This is not smut, or porn and it is not always explict so don't be expecting anything)