11:59 p.m.

This was--in my mind, plotting it out--supposed to be a following of my schedule on this, the first day of February. Life turns out random enough, hilarious enough, sugar-filled enough already but really jets up the equation on only three hours of sleep. Of course, that three hours part is starting to catch up now that I've been [mostly] sitting still for long enough to calm down. Instead, I offer a paragraph of no particular order and greatly lacking proper punctuation. Huzzah!

* techno remixes of old Southern songs * St. Badger (a hold-over from Monday) * Squid Squad! Squid Squad! * pizza box autographs * finally reading the Violet script; finally deciding not to audition * staking out the classroom for the blessed Minute Maid * the venemous platypus and the inflaitable scarecrow * Viva La Resistance! (more later) * tag-team arm wrestling * mental list of most quotable people * tight pants * Disney's "High School Musical" * the world's tiniest crackers * 3:30 a.m. Billy Joel sing-along once Melissa fell asleep * did I mention the three hours of sleep? *