Alone in a hotel room on my laptop.  Yep, I’m becoming my father.  (Did that sound creepy to you?  It kind of did to me.  He’s not often in hotel rooms alone, I’m just saying like, for business travel and stuff.  Moving on…)

My always fabulous PRSSA roommates are down splishy-splashin’ in the pool.  I didn’t bring my suit, am about two seconds from passing out, AND I think we all know how well I do with water (I failed the swimming pretest to become a lifeguard) so am sitting this one out.  Also, I finished Natalie’s cheesecake.  I think she said it would be okay if I did this.  If it was not, I no longer care.  The cheesecakey bliss I have now found myself in is a wonderful, wonderful place.

I forgot to post what I’m thankful for today– whoops.  I’m not so good with commitment to stuff like that i.e. exercise regimes, taking my vitamins, feeding animals, etc.  So today I’m thankful for… Paul, the only male member of our PRSSA chapter who was one of our drivers tonight.  He introduced us to some inSANE a capella compilations and enlightened everyone on how one goes about becoming a commercial pilot.  It was a super quick drive and although he only recently learned how to drive a stick (congrats on the new car, buddy) we arrived safe.

Now OFF. TO. BED.

My arm still hurts from giving double platelets last week.  The perils of being a rockin’ citizen…

Sometimes when I’ve been drinking classy spirits, I get extremely defensive of Slash.  One person saw the wallpaper on my phone (it’s of a Slash poster in my room) and we got into a discussion about it that ended with him saying, “Why would I like a band my parents liked?” and me having to walk away in utter disgust.  Last night, while celebrating my friend’s birthday (HAPPY BIRTHDAY Jordan, Andy, Emily, Angela, Kieran, Jennifer… see, I told you there were lots) a new acquaintance was asking someone’s opinion on Chinese Democracy (Guns n Roses newest album that blew the big one, for those of you who are out of the loop.)  So I HAD to jump in and we HAD to have a battle of wits over GNR as a whole. 

This person was unimpressed that I had met Slash.  That my RIGHT HAND had been on or near SLASH’S RIGHT HAND.  His retort was actually, “I’ve shaken Spencer Pratt’s hand.”  Oy vey.  This kid was batting zero all over the place.  I won’t bore you with our geek-out trivia session we had about the greatest band of all time, but it at least ended civilly with a fist bump and a friending on Facebook.

Do you know what is the coolest thing that’s ever going to happen to me?  My main bitch Lauren (sorry, Grandma, but that’s what she is.  It’s a term of endearment) will be student teaching in Vegas after graduation.  Like it’s already in stone.  Like she’s going to LIVE in Vegas.  Like, I’ll have a place to stay and an excuse to go to Vegas.  So, so, so excited.  She’s a vegetarian, but I feel I’ll eat enough In-n-Out Burger for her and all the other non-meat eaters in the whole world.

I woke up rilllll excited to go on PRSSA company tour in Des Moines tonight/tomorrow.  Shout-out to Natalie, the best planner EVER (she in no way told me to do this.  Ok, maybe just a little.  But she’s a loyal fan )

High-fives are my preferred method of greeting.  I high-five people a lot– when I’m excited, when I see them on the street, when I say something awesome and they’re like “Wow, Brittney, I’m glad I know you and hang out with you because you’re so awesome.”  Yeah, I know.  I’ll grace you with a high-five.

Happy Veteran’s Day!  All the banks in town were closed, yet we hospital workers still had to show up.  Huh.

As if four months in Germany wasn’t enough to look forward to (if you’re bored, sometime count how many times I’ve talked about studying abroad in the last two months.  Get a life, Brittney) my family and I will be setting sail on a CRUISE to the Cayman Islands for the new year.  As in, get back home January 4th, fly to Europe January 6th.  I like to stay on my toes, people. 

Some people on Facebook are making their statuses one thing they’re thankful for from now until Thanksgiving.  Since I save my Facebook statuses for stuff that really matters (i.e. GUESS WHAT BITCHES, I’M GOING ON A CRUISE! … okay, it wasn’t exactly like that) perhaps I’ll do it here. 

Today, drumroll please, Brittney is thankful for Caffeine.  Is that lame?  Well, it’s the truth.  That’s been the overlying theme of this lifetime week.  Sometimes people see me bleary-eyed, straight outta bed, puffy eyes/face/snotty-nose, heading to work, and they stare.  Little children scream.  Boys I know on the bus tell me I look tired.  Thank you, young sir, I really thought I look simply as ravishing as I feel at SEVEN-THIRTY IN THE MORNING.

My boss announced at our staff meeting today my LAST DAY AT WORK!!!  December 10th.  I have so many fun countdowns going on right now. 

My best friend Kayla (is it okay that I finally used your name?  I feel the entire blogosphere knew anyway) wants me to tell the world what I once said were my two most hated things in the world: beer pong and the elderly. 

Off to our last PRSSA house meeting of the year.  And then to the Vine with my main IC bitch Lauren.  And I feel a freakish amount of other people I know will also end up there because the Vine is like our place, mannnn.  (I recently saw Fast Times at Ridgement High for the first time, I sincerely apologize.)

Sports Illustrated cover + parents’ weekend + Ashton Kutcher in attendance + Northwestern = inevitable loss.  All season people kept saying “When we lose it will be to someone like  Northwestern” and then their friends around them would explode into a fit of giggles because the 9-0, 4th ranked Hawkeyes are just so much better than that.  Except everyone, including us, knew we weren’t.  As someone from my immediate family who was not my mother or brother texted me after “Thank God that’s over.”   I’d have to agree– we had a nice run, but OMFGSHUTUPPPPPPPP.  And now they will.

Last night was my final shift at my beloved job, at least til I return from abroad.  My boss and I decided I’m the Stanzi of the store, with me being out for the season and all.  I also was complaining that my leg was broken hurt  a lot because my back was hella messed up from some awkward couch-sleeping followed by miles of trekking to tailgating before 7 am.  In flip-flops.  All night I was having quite the mental struggle over what my final free sandwich for a while would be.  In the end, I got my favoritest favorite– I can make a ham sandwich at home anyday, but the world does not get any better than  black bean patty with avacado, BBQ sauce, some hummus, some other stuff that’s SUPERDELICIOUSINMYMOUTH.

If it rains this month, I will fah-REAK out because it will be November Rain.

Today I have to like, vacuum my living room and dust the TV and get things all ready for our PRSSA social.  I may even put out a plate of cheese and crackers.  Step aside, people– domestic goddess coming through.

Bestie’s parents came yesterday and his mother brought the best pumpkin bread in the history of the world.  You think I’m exaggerating here, but nay. It had raisins and walnuts in it (don’t barf, it was sophisticated quick bread).  Unfortunately the pan was set between college boys wielding a knife– I fear that one slice will be my only experience with that magical, magical treat.

This was my last weekend in Iowa City until the last weekend in November, and I am beyond ok with that.

Do you know what’s awesome?  CANNED PUMPKIN.  Eating it out of the can with a spoon is diviiiiiine.  I’m chock-full of Vitamin A, bay-bay (it rhymed, get it?)

So today I went on a little cleaning spree, and by little I mean Roomie may have been concerned I tried meth for the first time because MAN I was productive.  My room, bathroom, kitchen = sparkling.  It’s probably because I will be having guests next weekend!  Our PRSSA chapter is coming to my apartment for a very low-key/chill/relaxing social full of chips/puppy chow/board games/movies/getting to know you stuff.  We will cross the seating bridge when we come to it, but there will most definitely be some people pulling up blankets on the floor.

Guess what else I did today?! PACKED.  Anything in my room that wasn’t nailed down and I couldn’t foresee using in the next month and a half went into a bag or box.  Watch out, Mom & Pops, I’m bringing home a carload.  I love cleaning out drawers, shelves, throwing stuff away.  I found some great stuff too– a letter from my great-grandma– and pitched tons of useless stuff I’ve been saving since college started.  I am ready ready ready to go.  Sometimes I wonder if I’ll be one of those people who moves a lot when they’re older…

Unfortunately, my neck/shoulders are still qiute messed up– I must be sleeping wrong at night.  Tension headaches are nooooo fun, I haven’t had one in quite a while.  Time to call up the ol’ chiropractor before I take flight eastward.

Sex Rehab with Dr. Drew is on.  Um, YES PLEASE.  Move over, Intervention– this is hilarious.