the heat floats on top of our skin, like an ice cube in a glass of gin.

Hiya kids. How are ya? I am straight BEAT! But in the best possible way. I had a good two days.

So thursday night after noodles I began to hardcore plan out my plan of action for more donations for the banquet I'm helping plan for NSSLHA. I got numbers for the businesses we contacted via letter so we can call and visit them and guilt them into donating, and also got lists of the businesses that get so many requests they have a standard donation request procedure. I sent out an enourmous amount of emails to my org's president and faculty advisor. My faculty advisor is a nut (the woman calls us on our cell phones during weekends at like 11pm, emails us 5 times a day, etc) but super crazy organized and focused. I really admire how much she gets done for her students. Anyway, she sent me an email saying how efficient and organized I am. That was like a compliment from God for me. I flipped out. So sad how in love I am with this crazy woman.

Friday morning I had audiology. I pretty much didn't do anything but draw pictures of people wearing headphones and drawing little wiggle lines to signify noise. These are my notes. Every class. I don't know how I am an audio major. I am clearly learning nothing.

After audio I went to the zoo to fill our more paperwork and got a lesson in how to deal with the peacocks wandering in the store. This place is going to RULE.

After zoo, I worked at XXI. I got hired back as a sales associate even though I was a head cashier for like a year. Yesterday they told me it was simply so I could be rehired quicker (no background check for a SA, but needed for a HC) and they were going to fire one of the current HC. This means, I will go back to the easier job AND get a pay increase because I am technically getting promoted. Score! I really can't deal with working in a mall but thank god my bosses and co workers are fun.

Okay, this is when shit gets awesome. Last night at Topcats we had a DAAP Fine Arts private party called "Robot Rock!" Basically our friend Michael E is a DAAP student and he organizes an art show/concert/party once a quarter with us. We love this. We love scensters. So this time it was obviosuly robot themed. The basement bar, Fat Cats, was stocked with boxs, aluminum, markers etc to create robot costumes. Upstairs, Topcats, was stocked with unlimited PBR for $5 at the door and robot posters all over. Needless to say, I was pretty pumped about this. Drew and I worked the bar and had a blast cause we always do together. Mike worked the sound board and got super drunk as always and Jim and John had a blast seeing a bunch of dudes in skinny jeans. My good buddies Josh, Kyle and Adam came up solely to hang out with me at the bar (okay, myabe the PBR and whiskey I offered to buy helped....). I don't get to see these dudes often and about 3 years ago I saw them like everyday. I miss them. My buddy Doug from HS also came up to visit and tell me all of his love fails. This seems to be the thing we always have in common. He came with his ex but I didn't even bother to ask. It seemed like a situation I did not want to get involved in! Regardless, I love when Doug comes in because he always gets drunk, sits at the bar all night and screams "EY GIRL!" whenever he needs me. It really creeps strrangers out and that amuses me.

Later in the night when shit died down, I went out to the floor and robot slow danced with Michael E. You haven't danced until you've danced with a drunk robot, my friends. I then did a little dancing with another robot friend or two then headed back to work. Mike decided soundboard wasn't exciting enough so he came behind the bar with me while Drew did who knows what. Since Mike was TANKED I decided to coach him in his bar tending duties (keep in mind that the bands have been done for a half hour and there are about 10 people left at 1:50am). He (with a little instruction from me) made a Long Island and was hella proud. So much so that after making it he turned around to me, hugged me and lifted me off the ground in celebration. I fuckin love that kid! I decided to make him do all the bar bitchwork cleanup too if he wanted to be a bartender and he totally did! He even shooed out the stragglers at the end of the night. Drunkenly. So good.

Anyways, it seems like no matter how tired or how shitty my life is that day, week , month, working at Topcats brings me back up. I think its being around all these dudes. Some girls couldn't handle being the only chick in a group of literally about 5-10 dudes working on any given night. I on the otherhand LOVE it. These guys are so fuckin fun and sweet. I'm so glad I work there all the time.