Giving up. I'm good at that.

Ok. I give up. Let me rephrase that: I gave up. About four days ago, if not more. I gave up on school, staying awake, and doing my homework. Lets face it. What good does two days of school do when your brain, and your eye-lids, have been on Thanksgiving break for a week already. This is it--I'm done. Homework in the three hour break? Nope. Useless. I try, but what do I do instead? I fall half-asleep dreaming about having my head on some guy's solid chest and super soft, 100% cotton, army green shirt. pathetic. It doesn't even deserve capitalization.

Why? Why did.... Pause. I interrupt my previously scheduled message to bring you this: Guy with navy blue jacket and light brown scarf holding laptop comes up to me, "Excuse me, may I ask you two questions for my poly-sci assignment?"

"Sure."

"Do you believe in aliens?"

In my head I say, "What? I thought this was a poly-sci assignment." Out loud I say, "Um... Uh..."

"Without a definition on the word alien."

"Yyyyyesss...."

"And what state are you from?"

"Utah."

"Ok. Wow. You're throwing off my Utah statistics."

Good... I guess. I now know that Utahans don't believe in aliens, and I'm some big freak. Cool.

Anyways, I was saying.

Why? Why did I agree to working tonight? To make money I know. But why? I'm tired and lazy and I already feel like I ate half of a turkey. I can do this. I know I can.

Oh no. I just came to a sudden realization. I start working at six. Which means the game starts at eight. Which means I won't get done till nine. Shoot. It's ok.... I can do this... I hope.