No poopies on the carpet, Peter Sarsgaard!

This weekend was kind of lackluster.

Friday night we all went over to Dan and Kristin's and had a housewarming / birthday party for Nicole. Kristin and I had spent the afternoon making a Coke cake (the cola, not the drug), and it received mixed reviews (most people just thought it was a weird combination of flavors, while I still think it's fucking amazing).

I slept until four on Saturday and wasn't feeling too well so I opted out of the rest of the group's plan to go to live-band karaoke in Wicker Park. Instead I got to see SNL for the first time in a really long time. It was an okay episode, but Prince was the musical guest and his two songs were really great.

Since I slept until four, I didn't get any sleep last night, so I literally spent hours on Flickr adding pictures to random photo groups. I'm really obsessed with that site.

Tonight we went back to Dan and Kristin's to watch the Super Bowl which was boring. We did get to see some of the Puppy Bowl on Animal Planet, which was much more exciting. Well, it got old, but I was more excited about the half hour of it that we watched than I was about the whole Super Bowl. We kept naming all of the puppies after random famous people, and my favorite was Peter Sarsgaard. Think about it: it's a pretty awesome dog name.

Tomorrow is my first day at the new job. I'm really happy that I'm working, even if the job turns out to suck. It'll be so nice to be making steady money and not have to worry about starving, being in debt, and having to move back to Virginia. Kristin's doing some research work at UIC and she says she gets a lot of emails about job openings, and I'm hoping that her connection to that information and possible connections at DePaul will help me find something permanent.