No, seriously. I don't know what to do with myself.
It was rather evident today. I had some downtime for about two hours and I and one of my fellow Thunderdome inhabitants were confounded with what to do next. Therefore, we both did what came to us naturally....Talk about how we had nothing to do.
Now, I must interject here and talk about my Thunderdome mates, who are awesome people:
Nicole - The first person I actually talked to for an extended length of time aside from Janice at HRC. She has an enormous spirit and so far, it hasn't been a dull day hanging around her. Awesome lady.
Chelsea - I showed her around our floor the second day of my internship because no one had arrived yet (hilariously difficult, all things considered). We both bonded in the realization that we were equally incredibly geeked out about the internship in general. She claims to be kindred spirits with Nicki Minaj.
I loved her already, but that just made it better.
Ethan - More of a quiet guy than the rest of us, but he'll definitely get into the conversation when he finds interest in it. I love his moccasins. Seriously. I want them. I'd probably fit them too, considering my man feet.
Anyway, today was a slow day, except for the Intern Assembly line (all the interns, not just the Thunderdome occupants) that formed when we were assigned the task of putting together "Welcoming Schools" guides to send to certain schools that have agreed to adopt the GLBT-themed educational initiative. You can read about it and print your own version here.
During the small project, we got to learn a little bit about each other and they all think I'm nuts because I don't think it's cold here. "You Chicago people...har har har."
What. Ev. Er.
When you're used to dying of frostbite just THINKING about what the weather will be every day during winter in Chicago, everywhere else seems like a walk in the park. Seriously, it's not that cold here.
At least, I don't think so.
Also, I need to go to the Library of Congress, but, as I told Chelsea, if I go, I may never come back to work. I'll just sit there. And read. And cry because I can find so many amazing books. Gah. The card is free.
Why must you tempt me?
Well, I have next weekend's plans firmly in hand.
This weekend is sleep and sub-par television viewing.