*groan*

Last day of actual classwork to be done for the semester. Two current events for Law Enforcement Operations, one last question for Ch. 8 for American Government (okay, so it was due last night), two critical analyses for American Government (again, a bit late), the test for American Government and a test for Law Enforcement Operations.

BUT! Free food tonight. Pizza. Veggie pizza (as if that makes it healthier). I'm not arguing with free food. No sirree Bob.

***

I had my first Saturday free for me since November. You have no idea how exciting that is, considering the tons of cleaning that need to be done (since there's a slight possibility that a few things haven't been cleaned since November). So what did I do? Sit around and do nothing. No cleaning, no straightening, no attempts whatsoever to be productive in any way. Yay me!

But I did have fun telling a telemarketer what I thought of them. 9:00 on a Saturday morning. I haven't had a Saturday to myself in months and they call me at 9:00. I answered, she asked for me (logically), I asked who was calling, she responded "Sarah". I said, "Well, Sarah, I haven't slept in since November, and this is my first Saturday to sleep in, so do me a favor and never call me again." *click*

It was highly gratifying.

Now I just have to practice the little speech I'm giving the pranksters who keep calling at 2 am. Yelling at them doesn't work. *69 doesn't either as they have a blocked number. Next time? I'm answering the phone and scaring the shit out of them.

"I already told you Eddie, I'm not killing him. I already killed Beth for you. Isn't that enough?"

And considering how mad I usually am when I pick up the phone at 2 am (I don't handle being woke up from a dead sleep well), this might sound very, very plausible.

Plus it will be funny to explain to family if they happen to be the ones calling me (highly doubtful).

***

I'm conflicted. Very conflicted. The spoilers at K-Site this morning? Great. Sort of. ( here be spoilers within )

Horizons, welcome.

Decided to broaden my horizons, so I friended a whole lot of people that I had heard their names before. Hi! I swear, despite what you're getting ready to read, I'm really not insane. I swear I'm not.

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What happens when you catch up on all the sleep you've missed in one weekend? And you actually watch an entire NASCAR race instead of dozing through portions as is usual?

You have bizarre NASCAR induced dreams.

Me? I dreamed that I was working for Dale Earnhardt Incorporated. Personal secretary to Theresa Earnhardt. Somehow? I hooked up with the Criminal, although I wouldn't sleep with him because I wanted him to understand that I respect him as a driver, and as a driver separate from his dad, but that didn't mean I wanted to be one of the legions who fawn over him.

WTF? At least if I'm going to dream about dating the Criminal I should get to screw his brains out. Yeesh.

On the plus side from yesterday's race? Jamie McMurray came in third. Yay for the nice guys! Young and pretty and just too sugary sweet for words.

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Pimping time again. Don't forget to go join ponder_sville and discuss. It's a discussion community, based on asking any questions you would like to discuss.

And yeah, I just posted a question, hence me pimping it again. Because I would love to have just more than the usual suspects discussing, because while we're a very thorough lot, differing opinions would be fun. (And a teaser, just to pique some interest...it's a character question, about the inclusion of Superman characters in an already crowded Smallville landscape.)