All I do is HEM HEM HEM around my skirt!

Let's start off with a little reminiscing about how huge my pants were when I first made them:

I've spent all night last night and all day and night tonight working on my jacket muslin. I've been frantic trying to get things done before I leave town for five days. Now, is it necessary for me to leave tomorrow? Not for a normal person. But for me, Miss Excess, it is necessary. Sitting here on Wednesday would be torture for me, knowing I could have gotten the drive out of the way and been in Milwaukee a day earlier. I hate traveling over 4 hours one day and only having one full day before I have to turn around and drive back home. Anyway, excess.
So i finished a lot of homework. I still have a little to do but I have 2 hours in class tomorrow and I've taken care of mostly everything else. Little elves are a'bustlin!
In the meantime I have been trying to simultaneously prep for my interview. I have been forcing j.hol to ask me typical interview questions at all times so I can practice answering and get my brain in the correct mindset. This can take days sometimes because I mostly do not have a brain during school because it is turned to mush from lack of sleep and I become unable to function like a normal person.
I also have been stressing over my outfit. I finally got all essential pieces purchased to have for my dinner the night before and the interview. I located a skirt I was certain was lost forever, and then decided tonight i needed to shorten it. Now is THIS necessary? NO. IT WAS NOT. But I would have been thinking about how I hated the length the whole time I was in the interview if I didn't due it. So I trimmed it and painstakingly hemmed it, aiming for perfection. I held it up and YUM, it was DISGUSTING. I was so pissed. I tried to press out the imperfections but fuck that I moved on. I ripped out the stitches and did the quickest hem of all time and slacked insane amounts and it was perfect. God damn my life.

No it's fine I don't like to do things only once, you don't learn unless you do a shitty job the first time and then a fine job when you don't try at all.
So the same two episodes of Chopped have been playing for the past 2-3 hours and I have just been rewatching them. I'm so cool.
I literally just jumped up and went to find my portfolio because I realized I FORGOT TO PACK IT. That would have been really cute. Oh I was going to bring my portfolio but I forgot it. I might as well show up naked.
Now I should probably go to bed since Excess-a-drive will be happening tomorrow (NO STOPPING), but I will probably stay up freaking out for another good thirteen to eighty three minutes. It's only fair.
Oh and I took out my recycling, there was only four pounds of cardboard blocking the entrance to my apartment. I looked so cute traipsing about outdoors with a giant bag of garbage and thirteen diet coke boxes. I should have built a fort instead.