Twilight is the Crack Cocaine of literature.

So, yeah...Twilight (the newest fad following in the shoes of Harry Potter) sucked in my soul yesterday. I may have read from about page 190 (my work from the afternoon) starting at about 11pm until I finished it. Now, I did do my homework first, but I was up outrageously late, and my body and brain were not happy about it today. But I did survive.

Today was as long as any Thursday normally is and then some. Modern Grammar was a bit of a challenge (and I think it's all going down hill from here), and my Brit Lit class was all right. Since my German Prof had to help introduce a speaker at a conference on campus, he told us he expected us to be there instead. Well, Eric and I showed up...and suffered enormously. The speaker was an aide to JFK and public speaking was not his forte. So that was less than fun. I went to work at 5, and that's when the real excitement began.

I'm running the cultural nights every Thursday as the main component of my job. Tonight was a HUGE turnout- people couldn't all fit in the room - let alone me. So I missed the programming. I actually ran into a few guys from my Ballroom dance class, which was slightly amusing. Cocky Freshmen...do you realize they were born in 1990?!? That's only a year earlier than my youngest brother...talk about scary. However, quite a few other new acquaintances also showed up, and I got to hang out a bit after the food got served. It was also amazing, and the evening went really well. It was kind of funny, because I suddenly realized as I was cleaning up that I am getting paid to do this. I know it sounds funny that I would forget this...but it totally never hit me. I guess it's because I enjoyed going to them before; I almost feel guilty now though. I'll get over it.

Anyhow, tomorrow should be nice and low(er) key. Since I only got home about an hour ago, I'm grateful. I go back to work in the morning, but will be taking an hour to go and do some ballroom practice - we have our first "test" coming up. So that's a little worrisome. I have no idea if I can perform under pressure and I think a lot depends on my partner. We will see...