No new glasses until Wednesday, sadly. Damn you, Easter!
(I'm bitter about holidays for which I receive no candy, and stores that close for said holidays, presumably so that they can consume their candy. I feel this way even though lunch with Carrie became brunch with Carrie, and a delightful one at that.)
I have to sing a song I wrote in front of twenty complete strangers in twelve hours.
The multimedia project that I haven't started? It's only due a week from Wednesday. Granted, it's the only big assignment I have left for the semester and I'll have a few straight days to spend obsessing over it, but STILL.
The latest I slept all weekend was 10:30, and the earliest I went to bed all weekend was 2:30.
I have so many hair and skin care products, it's not funny. When'd I become such a girly girl? And a high-maintenance one, at that.
I'm going to Coachella this upcoming weekend (yay!) but I lose a weekend of money-making at the HVS (whine) and there's going to be a crapload of work waiting for me on my return to LA (whine). Plus, there's the small matter of ten (ten!) people crashing in our very small hotel room one night (whine).
I may not spend much time in my bed this week, but I plan on cherishing every moment I get.