Don't worry, I'm a professional.

So I'm working right now. Another one of my forty hour days, as some of you have commented. It's actually only a 2 hour shift, but that's besides the point. And I only get paid $6/hour, even though I was supposed to get a raise, but that is even more besides the point. The point is, I am being paid to sit here by a computer all by myself and essentially blog. I'm almost like a professional writer, because I'm getting money right now.

I feel as though there must be a more cost efficient method than this. Clearly, I am not needed. I could easily be replaced by virtually nothing. People could do themselves what I am paid to do for them. I work at the student rec center, for those out in the blog-o-sphere that do not know. I check out equipment, like basketballs and racquets. That's pretty much it. So when I'm here I normally just do the following:
1. Check my email at leeeeast 25 times.
2. Facebook stalk almost every person I'm "friends" with.
3. Watch Arrested Development on SideReel.com (good website, check it out).
4. Stare aimlessly into space.
5. Sleep off my hangover (Sunday morning shifts only).
6. Anything but homework.

And now, I can blog. What a life.

Side notes:
In my eyes, dancing in heels is the equivalent of like, cross country skiing. My thighs and ankles hate me right about now. I feel like I was doing wall sits all night. Good thing I was drunk.
Gin buckets are what I like to call "dangerously good". And I believe there are quite a few people hugging the toilet this morning that will agree with me on that one.
I went to a surprise party last night where the birthday girl was actually surprised. I feel like this never happens anymore, and is therefore worthy of being mentioned.
YouTube is hands down one of the world's greatest inventions. I could watch those German crazy frog kids for hours. That damn rope swing gets me every time. Like, where does it even come from?!
Last night, I ran the pong table with my sister. Total sibling domination. It was a great feeling. I feel confident passing her the torch of my pong legacy after my cup sinking days are over. We beat a couple of black football players. I love winning.

Discussion Topic: I might head up to the City of Brotherly Love next weekend. Thoughts?