Update: Birthday Over, Interning Has Begun

Okay, so my MINI COOPER FANATIC-ING, BOOK-BUYING (AND RECEIVING), JANE-AUSTEN WATCHING, COFFEE ICE-CREAM EATING, SOUR GUMMY SPAGHETTI-ING BIRTHDAY WAS AWESOME.

No, seriously. I mean, come on, I got socks. It was the PERFECT birthday. I got to drive for the first time ever (and yeah, that guy will be out of the hospital in a few weeks, with minor scars. It wasn't that bad. I mean, now everyone will remember my birthday, including the Emergency Medical Technicians, who sang a very nice version of happy birthday in two-part harmony. I was flattered).

So I'm sitting here, listening to the new Jem CD and lovin' it (ba-ta-bup-bup-ba, Micky D style), wearing my new black trench coat (seriously. I love these things--I look like a secret agent, or a fugitive from the law. It's definitely fashionable), and reminiscing about my birthday.

But what I really wanted to write about was my newest job, interning (ahem, the technical term is "Student Administrative Assistant", but it's basically an internship). We work in a "portable" (a trailer) which tends to remain in the 80 and above temperatures, and smells strangely like hairgel (don't ask).
Since it's for my church, you would think they'd be nice, but actually, they're more like slave drivers (okay, joking. Kind of). But I love it, and I have awesome coworkers, so it's not so bad.
And I get coffee. Coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
COFFEE!!
So far I've had Starbucks, Sonic's Java Mocha Chiller, and a Chocolate Freeze from the local cafe. Ooh...yummy.
And because of this coffee, I tend to come home a little, um, wired. Like, jumping up and down, singing off-key ("In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonight....AWEEEEEEEEEE, WEE-OO WEE-OO AWEEE OO-UM-BOO-AY--ADRIANNA, START THE UH-WING-GOO-WOMPS", which in actuality is:

Lala kahle [Sleep well]
In the jungle, the mighty jungle
The lion sleeps tonight
In the jungle, the mighty jungle
The lion sleeps tonight

(Chorus)
Imbube
fcuk
Ingonyama ilele [The lion sleeps]
Thula [Hush]).

So, I happened to be doing this at the dinner table (only it was my own song, "It Your Vitamin C") and my father wanted to know, what, exactly, they were doing to me at church.

Dad: What are they doing to you at church?
Me: You have to eat, eat, your vitamin c. EAT IT EAT IT. EAT IT EAT IT!
Dad: Alyssa?
Me: Oh, sorry. Repeat the question?
(question repeated).
Me: I was consecutively sniffing Jolly Ranchers.

Which was true, actually. They have fossilized Jolly Ranchers in the Portable, which, along with the smell of hairgel, permeat the air and have negative affects on the brain.
Or so I think.
Dad didn't think this was funny, while my mother, on the other hand, started to choke on the mash potatoes (who knew it was possible?).

So that about sums it up: My Job at The Church (not counting the fact that one of my coworkers thinks he's a wild bird. It comes and goes).