Woosh.

Initiating the week from hell- now.

Last week of working. All the normal crazyness that ensues from such is in full swing, as are the requisite catastrophes. Noam Chomski may well be my god, but even worshipers need at least eight hours of notice for projects of this gargantuan magnitude. Six hours would be cutting it on the close side- and I've got five. Five hours! Five hours that include phone calls to China and Lethoso.

(Five hours, you'll note, and I still have time to update my journal. Foolish pickles, I am multi tasking vengefully. Right now I am online searching for counsulate's phone numbers and on hold with the Korean Embassy. It all gets done somehow.)

Being the stupid non-date remembering pebble that I am, I agreed to help with a local production of The Complete Works Of William Shakespeare (Abridged). The shows are on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. And last week of work ends Friday. I shall not breath between now and then.

Also on Friday, is the arrival of the indomitable Fleesa, whom I love dearly and who could not have picked a worse weekend to visit.

And lastly, the thing which is really hanging over my head, one week from tomorrow, I leave for college. Have I so much as begun packing? Not really, no. So, I'm obviously not packing this week with work and theater and not this weekend with Fleesa (goddamnit we're going climbing!) and theater; so this leaves me Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday-ish to pack.

This must be psychological training for finals week. And yes, that's the best rationalization I have for it.

And now I leave you, because my call finally got put through.

(no subject)

*singing* Finished, finished! Finisheeeeeeeeeeedddd!
And with enough time to spam the lj. Snazzy.

There is exactly one person who knows what they're doing at the US consulate in Bogota, and they are on vacation. Figures. However, two hours of international phone calls and I straightened it all out. Such is my power.

My life would be hugely-much easier if I could speak any of eight choice languages. Must. Learn. More. Languages. Russian and German top the list currently. (I'd like to speak more French too (at the moment, I speak French like a six year old), but have been informed that I have a Haitian accent. If I might repeat myself, Figures.)

A_dy informs me that Coppola is producing a film adaptation of "On the Road." It's being directed by (and this is a direct quote) Joel "I put nipples on the Batsuit" Schumacher. This does not seem like a good thing, but I hope I'm proved wrong. Prove me wrong gods of film! Make this a tribute that we all can love.

Obviously, I have gotten way behind in the lj RPG communities (and really horribly confused as to which is which. There are three or four of them going on and I can't remember which Percy is the one I love and which one is the cannon Percy and so forth and so on...) but, this is just hysterical and funny, and there you have it.

Percy: Perhaps you'll drown in a bathtub that falls from the top of the Eiffel Tower.
Blaise: Now that just has to be avoidable.

And lastly, Mac has informed me that he is moving to Italy. He's found work, school, people to his liking, and sees no reason to come back. I'm hideously jealous, and I'm really going to miss you. Bastard that you are.

( According to the Maasai 'War is not milk.' True enough. )

( Ore olarabal neme kule )