Well, after ridiculous amounts of work, it feels nice to not have to do anything more today. Homework, sure, but that's gonna be in the morning since I can't pay attention worth beans (...as the great Charles Dickens once said, don't question the alleged "wisdom" of our ancestors, haha).

After this I'll probably go for a long bike ride since I really need some no-hands action, but for now I'll spout out some amusing tidbits of life since it's been a while and Shana's sleepy after 2 exams and WAY too much homework.

Let's see, since February..

-Still working at the Hilton, annoying though it may be. They hired someone new for some reason even though they knew I needed more hours, so now I'm getting something like 15. Now I'm having major problems with paying for school/rent/cell bill/bus/yadda yadda. Sucky.

-Did pretty well in my marketing & geology classes and am now in the middle of a ridiculously fast-paced Spanish 101 & 102 crammed into the same quarter. No me gusta estudiar mucho. But once this class is over, it's summer & fall left over in attempts to somewhat raise my GPA/raise money, then it's off to a BA I go.

-Trying to relearn the piano to impress someone I have a super mega crush on, heh. Clair de Lune is my latest attempt, and I've completed a whopping PAGE so far.

-Been on a number of very awkward dates. Apparently I have absolutely no idea how to be single! I hate dates, because every time it feels like an interrogation. Question after question, the discomfort of not knowing them very well and how they'll react to things, et cetera. Is it just that I've had terrible luck? How does everyone else do it? Pfft.

-Oh yea! So I nursed a bird back to health yesterday. My cat attacked it and left it behind the couch--I knew because he ran out from there with a feather in his mouth. So, there's this bird lying on his back and hardly breathing on the floor and I pick him up and put him in a small box with a washcloth. Poor guy keeps trying to stand up but falls over, so we think his leg is broken. I sing to him for a while and gently pet his feathers, encouraging him to not be afraid, then call a number of places to hopefully bring him to a vet--but no one's open because of Memorial Day. Finally we find a place in Burien right next to where I used to work, and my mom wants to come with me. So both of us get ready to go and notice that, 2 hours after the attack now, the bird is standing and we think it might be strong enough to walk. We bring him to the backyard and he walks just fine but wasn't flying. To make sure his wings were ok we tried to get him back to the box but he would keep running away from us and finally through the fence where I chase him through the neighbor's backyard and a crapload of stickerbushes. Finally got him a half hour later, brought him to the vet and called a couple hours later--only to discover that the guy was just fine all along: just shocked, is all. Some birds die from shock though, so I'm pretty sure...I saved a life.