What can I say? I am the Empress. I lead the most incredibly blessed life. This morning when I awoke I turned to stare with dawning horror at my alarm clock as the 11:30 flashed before my eyes and sickenning realization dawned. My final, I recalled, had begun more than an hour ago. That final that I had been up until 5 studying for and completing my project?...yes, that is the one. I was still wearing my clothes from yesterday and I didn't even bother to hook my bra...I sprinted to class. No one there. I went to my teacher's office...he wasn't there. I ran to Student Services and said, "CAN I DROP???" The answer...was no. Worth a shot. I went to the library...the reason for this whole mess...and picked up what I needed to complete my project (that I had left there the night before) and wrote a note to the teachers in the best abject humbleness I could muster. **note** Enjoy this now, it will get better**end note** It was a thing of beauty, that note. And so I delivered it, and my other homework to the teacher and went to tell my friends about how much Murphy's Law had decided to take over my previously cat-like existance. Well...one of these friends was in the same class...her comment brought joy to my face and thankfulness to my heart..."But...the final is Friday." I hugged her. Tightly. Apparently God couldn't handle the irony of my failing Nutrition (having gotten an A in Physics) any more than I could. I am very appreciative to him for that...and so...she bounces back from the depths. A friend of mine just shook her head and was like, "Should have known you could never be screwed over." Aye, the faith had left me...but now it is back. Murphy's Law has been crushed.

In other news...I got this e-mail from the sidekick today that I must share with you. This is classic:

This is from the point of view of the sidekick

I went to sit by Tom at lunch today. He was sitting by Carlos. **Empress's note**...I mentioned his story earlier...scroll ahead if you wish that story first...3/3, I believe**end Empress's note**The first thing I am asked before even taking a seat is, "What's your nickname?" Immediately I knew what he was asking but I played it cool.
Me: "I have a lot of nicknames."
C: "Was it you?"
Me: "Was what me?"
C: "You do have a web page, don't you?"
Me: "Yeah, so?"
C: "What is it called?"
"Who cares?"
C: "Were you in my room"
"No"
C: "Are you the Empress?"
"No"
C: "Do you know who she is?"
"Yes"
C: "Tell me"
"No"
C: "Do you know what she did? She came into my room and left a message on my desk, 'the empress was here.' You have to tell me"
"Did you ask your roommate?"
C: "No, why would he know?"
"You had someone in your room and he wouldn't know?"
C: "He didn't say anything"
"Well then, maybe they were a random stalker"
Tim, I think, with the long hair, chimes in "Maybe she set it up. Maybe she had a friend checked in under Darrell's ID come up to your room and put it there"
C: "Would she do that?"
Me: "I don't know"
C: "Well, what if she is a stalker?"
Me: "You have to admit, this was pretty good if she got in your room through one way or another and then left you a message and I'll bet you didn't even sign the guest book. What clever genius, you know?"
Tom: "Yeah, that's pretty good."
C: "Why won't you just tell me who she is?"
Me: "can't do that; but I will tell you she isn't in the cafeteria in this moment"
C: "I guess I'll just have to ask my roommate."
I left and came back here...:)

And she made my day by emailing this to me...'tis beautiful, my subjects, beautiful. Carlos--sign the guestbook!!!

Two things:

Tonight we had a musical festival at the palace. We featured jazz as the only form of music and the group that played included my very own subject, Erik, of the McDonald's trip. I was wondering if he was still in existance, as I have not seen him before or after Mickey D's, tonight obviously being an exception. Apparently, he is INDEED real. He claimed that he wasn't very good...if THAT isn't good...wow, I can't wait until he gets better. It was nice to talk to him again after our very strange meeting. He was wearing a candy necklace or something...I do believe, it was very cute, I loved it. And he was barefoot...and since the sidekick and I were both respectively without footgear...it was cool. We talked to him after the show and he is ever Ethan Embry-like.

Directly after speaking with my subject, another subject approached. The fun thing about this one is that he doesn't work through the Mistress of the Palace, but the side kick, and has been wondering for quite some time who the Empress is. He offered, right in front of me...to pay the side kick to give out the identity of the Empress. Then he introduced himself to me. Classic. I find it incredibly funny that he doesn't just go to my page to find information. I say my height, my age, my hair color, my eye color...even my FRIENDS...and my NAME is even up...if you can find it ;) Oy.