Sleep is good. Sleep under my blanket while balancing on a half-deflated Maul chair is good. I'd still be asleep, too, except that it's FREEZING now. Was like fucking seventy degrees when I went to bed, and now it's probably fifty and windy.

My plan for finishing my homework went off almost without a hitch - the only problem being that no one can log onto the frickin' computer, so I can't get to my homework to email it back to myself. Heh, oops. So I'm gonna wait until this shift ends in an hour, and if no one can get it to work, I'll just go home and do the work over again. Sigh.

I'm so screwed on the exam itself, though. Something to do with having absolutely no desire to crack my notebook and study.

The Hilton just wet itself.

Going home is bad.

I seriously hope I can get ready for this exam in the next four hours - not that it'll be hard, but I haven't been to class in a while, so little topics like MySQL are rather lost on me. Guess I'll cram some caffeine and study on the train.

"I'm afraid to go home. I don't know what I'll miss." - Alan

One of the best things about having seen AOTC last night is that, fourteen hours later, I'm still on an adrenaline high so powerful that I am psyched for exams. The past twenty-four hours have been so amazing that nothing academic could possibly bring me down.

Surprisingly, my coworker Denise actually believes that I got into the showing - she's generally a real skeptic with me.

Sitting here makes me realize how much I've already changed since the line began. It's nothing specific, I'm just different.

In retrospect, I think my motivation for spoiling the movie visually and musically is the same as my motivation for spoiling it in terms of plot - to assure myself that it was worth the wait. Being a part of the TPM generation of fans, I was rather pissed when my visual fascination fell away, leaving only a half-hearted, pedantic plot with which to bemuse myself. After waiting three years (alongside legions of longtime fans), I really felt the need to be absolutely certain that it was worthwhile. I had little faith in the trailers, which were edited in a way that made the plot look hokey-er and the acting far worse than either actually was, and so, to protect myself from disappointment, I reached out for the graphic novel. And the book. And the soundtrack. All of which seemed quite promising - but with some doubt still in my mind, I gave in to the ultimate plunge.

And you know what?

I'm fucking glad that I did. Now I know that all of my bridled excitement was absolutely worth it, and I'm not less but more jazzed for the midnight show and the seven days intervening, because it was worth it. GL has come through and delivered a film that even if it doesn't become my favorite overall, is visually and thematically stunning.

And now I await the crawl at 12.01.

Six hours after I get to the line, the book gets to the line. I managed to forget this (and consequently my badge), along with the other book, my hat, a crochet hook, and a sewing kit to fix my coat button, and it took me until 10.30 to actually go back home to get them. In that time:
- there was what had to be a record number of people at the 5-9 shift
- sat in on the SW Trivial Pursuit from Hell
- had my picture taken for Fan of the Day
- found out that we're gonna be on Conan tomorrow (I think)
- met Cailinn and Venom
- learned the interpersonal history of SWNYC
- and now Keith is in his stormtrooper costume posing for pictures with businessmen from the Hilton for donations.

Good night to forget the journal, huh?

Twenty-eight? people right now for the 9-1. Damn!

Wondering about the weather on Saturday. I'd love to come in costume ($$$) - if only my collar were done.

Successfully taunted [Venom] Jay with my free press screening, since he paid $500 for the charity premiere. And the fact that Suzi's sending me two Dookus for the graphic novel. He's determined to buy one off of me - this could be fun. Especially since he and Orin will be here on Saturday.

Oh - and I've been officially dubbed a line whore, independent of my joke to the same effect. Of course, it was by Ben, in reference to my having seen the press screening, but still - it's sticking a bit.

Am line whore.

Am proud.

Alan says the people from Conan are coming at 12-12.30 tomorrow afternoon and are looking for people in costume. It therefore figures that I have to leave at 1 to take my damn exam.

But it's guaranteed national TV - I may do it anyway. Priorities? What priorities?