Time to Share My Feelings

I'm feeling kind of bummed. I called one of the grad schools because their applications are due tomorrow. The first woman I spoke at the actual graduate college said she'd received all my info and proceeded to make it seem like I should hear back very soon. She literally said something to the effect of "tell the English department to send us their decision and we'll send out a letter to you shortly." She then told me to call the woman specifically in charge of creative writing to make sure the English department had all my info.

CW woman wasn't in, so I left a message. I in no way expected her to call me back, so I prepared myself to keep trying. In the mean time, I imagined hearing from this university very soon. Wonders of wonders the woman returned my call. (How awesome is that?! Some of these administrators seriously rock!) On the plus side, she said the university has everything (yeah for cool professor-man getting at least one letter in on time!). On the negative side the woman said I shouldn't expect to hear back until mid-April. MID-APRIL! I'll be insane by then. And this is my safety school we're talking about...I had hoped it'd be one of the first I'd hear from. It supposedly had rolling admissions...in which case I should hear sooner. Bah humbug.

Also contributing to my bummed-out mood is the fact that I have a midterm on Wednesday that I haven't prepared for and don't want to prepare for. Apparently I might need to know the titles and authors of about 1,00,001 poems. That doesn't encourage me. I don't care if that only amount to 9 points on the whole test...with chiclit prof I need all the points I can get. (She's one of those "I'm right...I don't care if you can support a counter-argument" kind of profs)

Furthermore, I REALLY don't want to go to screenwriting tonight. I don't want to deal with the professor. Plus the snow is being pelted down from the sky. Where's the fun in walking through horrible weather conditions to a place you don't want to go? Oh yeah, there is no fun in that. Sigh. But I gots-ta do it...I'm not going to give screenwriting man any excuse to lower my grade.

In less bummed news, I chilled with Britt this morning...and I say chilled because I got no work done. Literally. She read like a good student and I stared at the various walls of Barnes and Noble. I blame chiclit class. Don't these professors realize I'm a creative writing student? I don't have the proper mindset to take tests anymore. I'm all about the writing and editing now. Speaking of which, I have a story due in Ad. Fic class tomorrow. I'm certain it'll be torn to pieces, I'm just hoping the ripping to shreds will be followed by a good grade. Or better yet, I'd be more than willing to wait until after spring break to read mine. I promise I won't change it. Really, I have no problem with waiting to have my heart twisted and pulled from my chest. I'll be fine.

Enough procrastinating...I should study for at least a few minutes before I trek out into the cold uncaring world of snow and screenwriting. Bah humbug, I say. BAAAAAAAAAAH HUMBUG.

Recording Stuff

Ohhhh, so I'm totally ahead of the game. I bought mine several weeks ago. Mine should hook of to the computer too...I'm having issues with that though...but still. It's awesome. I must admit I haven't made any death memos yet. I did, however, record several minutes of Britt's experiences while she was high on morphine in the hospital.

Late Night Pizza Delivery

Saturday night I went to roomie's TV show...it was a musical and I will never be able to get Michael Jackson's "Thriller" out of my head. Ever. I might make roomie teach me the dance.

After the show, Leslie and I went and saw Ocean's 12.

When I returned to the dorm, I call to order a pizza (Time 12:20 AM). Then things got complicated. After midnight delivery people aren't allowed to actually enter the dorm. So they have to call the room when they arrive with the food. After an hour of no pizza, I call the pizza place. Apparently they'd tried to call. My dorm phone didn't ring. I ask them to try to bring the pizza again. This time I peek out my window waiting for a car with a delivery sign. I wait and wait and wait.

Roomie returns home and tells stories of after-show party.

I get bored of spying through my window and head downstairs so I can properly head off pizza delivery guy (Time 2:20 AM). Still no delivery. Roomie joins me in my wait, since she is in a good mood. She performs Thriller dance for me and dorm security guy. Upon questioning, dorm security guy says all attempted food deliveries have been completed. Dorm security guy allows me to use the phone and call the pizza place. Pizza place claims they have tried to deliver pizza twice. I vow that I will be waiting downstairs and they decide to be nice and not "follow company policy" and try to deliver stupid pizza for a third time.

I wait. Roomie talks to security guy friend.

Pizza is delivered. Pizza guy reiterates the fact that he is doing me a great favor. I assume he wants bigger tip. But alas, have no money...and already included 20% tip when paid with sparty cash over the phone, so instead express thankfulness and desperate hunger (Time 3 AM).

Eat and watch DVD. And that is why I didn't get to bed until about 4 AM.

Sigh. Have done no work all weekend. Am screwed for Wednesday's midterm.

Uneventful Day

Wow, so I had all these plans. There was a long list of things I was going to accomplish today. I have done none of them. Nada. Nada. Nada.

So now I have no choice but to make a lot of plans for tomorrow. Let's hope I behave better then.

Oh, Bucky

Okay, ya see, here the sad thing is the fact that I completely understand where Bucky is coming from. Now if only I had the confidence to inform people (myself included) when they've killed a conversation. Poor Satchel. Look at that sad face.

Superhero Leslie is in need of help. She has been betrayed by one of her own apartment-mates, who, under the cover of a mask, attacked. Clearly the betrayer demonstrates how one should not allow anger to consume him/herself entirely, because then he/she attacks superheroes.

Is it sad that I no longer care if I get accepted/rejected by a university, but I just want to hear from one so I have an excuse to go shopping and finally use a Christmas gift card? I wants a new pair of jeans and a sweater.

Proof that Superheroes Do Exist

Leslie is a superhero. She fixed my printer. She has MAD superpowers. Yeah for Leslie!!!!!!!! Next time, no calling the help number that charges monies. Call Leslie...the girl that gets the fixing done.

Britt took roomie, Leslie and I to dinner. I ate way too much and all is right in the world.

Night-Night

Feeling veeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrry sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeepy.

Went and saw "Suddenly Last Summer" with Britt. Very well done.

Another Update

Oh I effing killed the printer. I called the service number. They charged me ten dollars to turn my printer on and off...shake it upside down...then they informed me I needed to send it in for service.

Ahhhhhh!

Update

Turns out, I have printer manual. But there is no "what to do when your printer has died and will only flash the message 'see your printer documentation'" listing in the index.

Still an uphill battle.

I am Shel: Destroyer of Technology

Dear God, I killed the printer. I turn it off...and nothing. I restart my computer...and nothing. I pull the plug...and nothing. Bloody printer.

The worst part is I need to print over 100 pages of script stuff. The university's computers don't have the program. Am screwed.

My mom's going to look at the bloody printer's manual tonight and hopefully she'll come up with an answer.

I'm going to go mope and watch DVDs.

Bloody printer.

Random Thought

"Grandchildren are the crowning glory of the aged; parents are the pride of their children."

This verse from proverbs 17 made me realize that I don't typically feel a lot of pride for my parents when I'm in their company. I'm more of an eye roller who thinks, "What are they going to say/do now?" Something to think about.

Today we discussed comedy in chiclit class. The professor singled me out, so I briefly retold the story of my Monday night "faux-sex-capades" with my screenwriting prof. People actually laughed. I was rather proud of that.

Bored

Look, I'm everyone!

You scored as Severus Snape. Well you're a tricky one aren't you? Nobody quite has you figured out and you'd probably prefer it stayed that way. That said you are a formidable force by anyone's reckoning, but there is certainly more to you than a frosty exterior and a bitter temper. Hermione Granger 60% Harry Potter 60% Severus Snape 60% Remus Lupin 60% Albus Dumbledore 60% Ginny Weasley 55% Draco Malfoy 50% Ron Weasley 45% Sirius Black 45% Lord Voldemort 25% Your Harry Potter Alter Ego Is...? created with QuizFarm.com

Well, I'm off to class.

Another Quiz

Huh. I don't think this quiz properly assessed my color potential.

You scored as Scarlet. Scarlet, darling... You are often seen wearing gorgeous outfits (even out of curtians). You have a dramatic flair and tend to lead on rich southern aristocrats. Scarlet 75% Orange-yellow 56% Sea Green 50% Cerulean 38% Black 19% Which crayon color are you? created with QuizFarm.com

Where are these southern aristocrats?

Horror of Horrors

WHICH POLITICIAN WILL YOU KISS? by sexy_brunette005
What is your name?
What is your age?
Who is it?	George Bush (senior)
Will he like the kiss?	For about a second or two
What kind of kiss?	10 seconds (a little tongue)
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Pleasant Lack of Class

Yesterday, I was in an extraordinarily good mood. It was very nice. I did a little bit of shopping based on a bad joke by my father. (The last time I went home I accidentally left the majority of my shirts there. Instead of driving up to return them, my father suggested that I buy more. Both my mother and I interpreted this as a joke. Surely any person who knows me half as well as my father would know that clothes shopping shouldn't be encourages especially on someone else's dime.) Turns out my silly father wasn't joking. So yesterday I went shopping and my father came to realize exactly how expensive women's shirts are.

Screenwriting last night was odd. First the professor mentioned his and my on going disagreement about how fantasy stories should be written. So I found myself informing the entire class that the professor and I follow "different mind sets." I wish he hadn't done that. Then things got weird. We were reading another girl's script. My character had a conversation with the character the professor was reading. I had to say things like "we haven't had sex in months" to my professor. My old, unattractive, annoying professor. The entire room was shuddering and squirming.

Then to make matters worse, another boy (I swear he planned it!!!!!!) handed out the scripts so I ended up having to inform my professor that I was "in love with him." Last night proved to be very disturbing.

Today has been good. I liked the snow. I found myself tipping my head back and catching snow flakes in my mouth. Always a good time.

For the past several days I've had the irrational feeling that I'm about to hear back from a grad school. So far I've been wrong each time.

Oh but did I got a letter from one of the grad schools today. A small envelope. Luckily it was from the school where materials were due Feb 1, so I was able to convince myself it shouldn't be a rejection yet. Yeah for logic, I was right. It was a statement saying they'd received everything and that acceptances/rejections would be sent out by March 21st. Now I have an approximate expiration date to put on my suffering...or an approximate date for when the TRUE suffering begins. Wonderful.

Sigh. I haven't been nearly as productive today as I was yesterday.

Eh, the Snow Wasn't So Bad

Presentation went well. I didn't sound too nervous. But the professor used the term "excellent." Must remember that it isn't for the praises of (wo)men that I work.

Grumbles

Snow bad.

Presentation icky.

We wants to go back to bed.

The Lost Weekend

So, this weekend went places I never expected it to.

Thursday night I missed a call from Britt so I called her back only to have my call answered by Britt-on-morphine. She'd gone to the hospital with severe stomach pains. Roomie, Leslie and I go to the hospital. We sit with her in the ER until 2 AM when they finally release her...a cist on one of her ovaries had exploded. We take her home. I drive her car and it takes Rose and I several minutes to figure out how to defog the windows. Upon arrival, we send Britt off to bed. And I'm sent to Meijer's because there is no food in her apartment. I get lost. I watch the gas level slowly slide towards "E" as various urban legends run through my head. I turn around, get gas, and go to "my Meijer's." Did you know Meijer's restocks their shelves at 3 AM? On the negative side, the store becomes an obstacle field. On the plus side, if you stand still for more than 30 seconds someone will ask you if you need help finding something. Of course when they say "we don't have that." They seem less helpful. The ride home went okay. I was feeling emotionally high-strung and I had trouble focusing my eyes due to a lack of sleep. Both Rose and I spent Thursday night at Britt's. We were in bed/on couch no later than 4 AM. Neither of us sleep well.

Friday morning Rose prepared breakfast for Britt. I called home to inform my parents of recent events. They mock me for my inability to make breakfast for anyone. We give Britt her meds and play games/watch DVDs for an number of hours. Rose and I take the bus home around 4PM.

That night while walking to see the "Vagina Monologues" I call Britt. I stupidly ask if she would want someone to stay with her that night. She says yes. So, I ask Leslie to give me a ride back to Britt's after the play. Leslie and I do enjoy the play, but decide that between Britt's situation and the play, neither of us wants to talk about vaginas for a good long while.

So, I'm taken back to Britt's feeling very emotionally high strung due to the situation and a lack of sleep. I spend Friday night at Britt's and I do manage to sleep a little better this time around and therefore feel a little more emotionally stable.
Saturday morning I stand idle as Britt prepares her own breakfast. We watch a movie. Britt starts to not feel well. Disregarding the fact that it's time for taking her meds again and the fact that her sniffly nose means she's getting a cold, her mother in Chicago and boyfriend in California convince her she NEEDS to see a doctor. I drive her to Olin Health on campus. There my silent suspicions are confirmed: While still dealing with the pain in her ovaries, Britt must now deal with a cold. I drive her back to her apartment. I make her lunch (THAT'S RIGHT! While I don't touch stoves, I can still prepare a MEAN canned soup) and we watch a movie. Around 4 PM Leslie and Rose arrived with groceries. They take me home and Rose is to take over Britt Watch duty.
I come home to suitemates who apparently vomited all over the toilet seat last night and chose to NOT clean it up. I start to feel unhinged once more. I yell through the door for them to clean up their mess. I call parents and rant for a good 20 minutes about how I refuse to deal with a stranger's bio-mess because I lack gloves and am not being paid to do so. Suitemates must realize I've become unhinged. They clean up the mess...but I still don't trust that toilet is clean.

Spent Saturday night relaxing. Went and saw "The Incredibles." I'd really like to relax today, but I have a story to write, another story to research and write and a presentation first thing tomorrow. Bah humbug.

Good Use of Time

No, Michele hasn't worked on her screenplay.

No, Michele hasn't figured out how to make the pics a lower quality.

Yes, Michele had fun procrastinating and altering photos. (Leslie, you took two of these)

And yes, Michele was VERY excited to have a boca burger at lunch, today.











Sorry Cath, I don't have the skill to magically open your eyes. But never fear, I have yet to take a picture where my roomie's eyes are open.













(Rose's eyes are open here because I didn't take the picture)

(I was going for a hazy, almost black-and-white thing here)

I'm sorry if you found all that boring, but I'm rather proud of myself.

Pride of the Puppy

I felt momentarily excited when I read that the winner of Westminster had been announced on cnn.com.

I'm not a big dog person (in fact, I'm a full on cat person), but I can appreciate a pretty dog when I see one.

I clicked on the link expecting to see the cutest dog EVER.

Not to insult this, I'm sure, deserving dog, but I felt rather disappointed. I guess his coat does shine to the point of blinding innocent bystanders.

"Here, puppy, puppy, puppy. Nice puppy."

And what is this "flurries" action in cnn's weather report?

Dream Come True

My brain imploded from working too hard. I guess I'll never work again. Sigh. Oh well.

Today went swimmingly. I got a paper back in my creative nonfiction class. I did well. I was asked to read my piece in front of the class. At first I was very excited by the prospect, because I had hoped the prof lady would single me out to do that very thing (quite the wild fantasy life I have). Then I actually had to stand up in front of the class and read my work aloud. That was less fun than the getting chosen part. And here I'd hoped to have a turn-brain-switch-off kind of day. But noooooooo, there I stood trying to do different voice inflections for the characters and trying to properly emphasize the right words in each sentence. My brain almost went on strike.

After that, I chilled at Barnes and Noble until it was time to trek to ad fic class. Luckily there was no real thought required for that class. Nope, just listening to the prof man spout off statements he considers to be general truths about my generation that never seem to apply to me. I must be doing something wrong.

More Random Quotes

"A fantasy is a journey. It is a journey into the subconscious mind, just as psychoanalysis is. Like psychoanalysis, it can be dangerous; and it will cange you" (93).

"To create what Tolkien calls "a secondary universe" is to make a new world. A world where no voice has ever spoken before; where the act of speech is the act of creation. The only voice that speaks there is the creator's voice. And every word counts" (95).

~Ursula K. le Guin, "From Elfland to Poughkeepsie," The Language of the Night.

Rain, Rain Go Away....

We don't wants to go outside.

We wants to stay inside.

Last of Sarah's Party

Quotes of the Moment (all from Salman Sushdie's "At the Auction of the Ruby Slippers":

"See: behind bullet-proof glass, the ruby slippers sparkle. We do not know the limits of their powers. We suspect that these limits may not exist" (551).

"We, the public, are easily, lethally offended. We have come to think of taking offence as a fundamental right. We value very little more highly than our rage, which gives us, in our opinion, the moral high ground. From this high ground we can shoot down at our enemies and inflict heavy fatalities. We take pride in our short fuses. Our anger elevates, transcends" (551).

"We revere the ruby slippers because we believe they can make us invulnerable to witches (and there are so many sorcerers pursuing us nowadays); because of their powers of reverse metamorphosis, their affirmation of the lost state of normalcy in which we have almost ceased to believe and to which the slippers promise us we can return; and because they shine like the footwear of the gods" (552).

"It is to the Auctioneers we go to establish the value of our pasts, of our futures, of our lives" (556).

Sarah's Party...I Promise This Time

Sigh. A few more will be posted tomorrow.

The Rest of the Pics

Just got back from seeing the second Bridget Jones movie. I laughed out loud, so I'm calling it good.

The continuation of Roomie's B-Day Party:



















































Sarah's Dinner Party:


Sigh. These are still yet to come. I swear there will be an epic battle between photobucket and me.

Pics, Pics, Pics and More Pics

CSI-athon:


















Movie Outing:






















Rose's 21st B-Day Party:















































































More to come later when photobucket is being nicer.

The World is Happy, Bright, Shiny, New, Wonderful and Lovely

I am in a deeeeeeee-lightful mood. It all started after prayer group. First I went and bought my cap and gown for graduation. Then I went into Beaners and bought a wonderful White Lightning...yum. I sat down to call my dear ol' dad to inform him of my green purchases. Just after he asked me if I'd heard from letters of recommendation prof and said goodbye, who should walk into Beaners but former-cool-prof-man current letters of rec prof himself. And I wasn't even trying to stalk him. But he has, I repeat, he HAS SENT in all the letters!!!!!!!!! Yeah!!!!!!!!!!! One academic drama over...now we enter the next phase of the drama...waiting to hear back. But still, yeah!!!!!! After the good news, I just had to call my dad back and jump for joy.

I'm so excited to go home tonight. I'm so excited to chill with my buddies this weekend. I'm so excited about a certain someone possibly heading out with me and Britt to London this summer. I have coffee coursing through my system. And I'm so excited about my letters of recommendation (finally) being taken care of, I don't even mind the fact that my room smells funky from roomie dropping a jar of pickles this morning.

YEAH-ness!!!!!!!!!!

I Am Peter Pan

You scored as Peter Pan. Your alter ego is Peter Pan. You are a child at heart. Anything you believe is possible, and you never want to grow up. Peter Pan 81% The Beast 56% Goofy 56% Ariel 56% Donald Duck 50% Cinderella 44% Pinocchio 44% Snow White 44% Sleeping Beauty 38% Cruella De Ville 25% Which Disney Character is your Alter Ego? created with QuizFarm.com

No class! No class! I have no class today! I would be there now...but I'm not. Ha ha.

I'm still going to be a good little monkey and go to a study session with Britt though. Cause, ph-yeah. I have SO much work to do...and it's all the time consuming type of work. Bah humbug to that. And it snowed. Bad weather! Very bad weather! I don't like you anymore.

Feeling Apathetic

I called a certain college and they still haven't received a certain letter of recommendation. At what point should I have myself detained to ensure I won't yell at a professor loudly and publicly? I think I'm getting close.

The man must hate me.

Clearly the ostrich-sticking-my-head-in-sand-and-hoping-it-all-works-out method isn't going to work.

I'll try sending another e-mail.

Awww, Bunnies

Expect the Worst, Get Something Okay

Screenwriting ended up okay. Here's the play-by-play:

-When I entered the class Professor Jack (Guess what his new nickname is short for!) didn't say hello as he normally does to everyone. I became supersensitive, convinced he was mad about my rather sarcastic/angry reply to his e-mail. I noticed he didn't make eye contact with me.

-Several people go through their scripts. I became convinced that he wouldn't read mine so I wouldn't get any criticism except his extremely negative comments.

-Suddenly, in a chaotic lack of system, he chooses me to read my script. I then became convinced that it was a test. He wanted to prove that his perspective had validity. Would the class agree with him or me? I spend the entire reading in pain, mentally kicking myself for every bad choice in vocabulary. I try to convince myself it's not a test.

-At the end of the reading everyone either gives positive reviews or helpful positive critiques (there was no use of the word 'tiresome') So, at least if it was a test, I win! I win! I win!

-After class, I was feeling more logical, calmer and since I had the higher ground I was willing to stay after and apologize for my e-mail. Professor Jack said he understood, more or less admitting that his comments provoked my sarcastic wrath. We then decided we would try to find a balance between our sharply opposing views. I feel better, but I can't help but think that he's only being nice because he realized how mad he made me. We shall see what his future comments look like.

*shrugs* I'll take it for now. Wow, is this semester turning into an academic soap opera or what?

I only have one class tomorrow (yeah). Chiclit class for Wednesday was cancelled (yeah)...because of a medical emergency in the prof's family (boo)...and now the presentation schedule is screwed up (possible yeah/possible boo).

On to Britt and my great (accidental) economic experiment. *Not for little kiddies*
While studying at B&N, Britt's mom calls. She goes to talk to her mom by the magazines since I am (in theory) studying. Spotting a misplaced porno magazine, Britt jokes about buying it for her little brother. She decides not to and puts it back where she found it.

Flash forward to about 30 minutes later. A woman in her 40's discovers the magazine. Unwilling to ignore it, she brings it over to the closest table with female occupants (Britt and me) and begins commenting on an abnormality with one of the models. Realizing my discomfort with the topic, she eventually leaves, placing the magazine back where she found it.

Flash forward again, I go insane with work and run off to wander around the store. When I come back Britt is laughing hysterically at something. Unwilling to say what's so funny aloud, she writes me a note stating that a guy who was sitting at a nearby table had picked up a number of magazines to look at including the infamous magazine that has already traded hands a number of times. Eventually the guy leaves, putting his magazines back on the shelves. Britt attempts to figure out where he put the *cough* special *cough* magazine. She couldn't find it.

Notice how the object changed hands a number of times without being purchased. I'm sure some sort of economic principle is demonstrated here.

Eventful Monday, Worst is Yet to Come

My parents sent me a Valentines care package. On the envelope of the card my name was spelled wrong. That's right, even my own mother spelled my name wrong. Granted, she was trying to write in big block letters, but that would only demonstrate the lack of ability to do art in my genes. My name was spelled something like: 'MICA (it might have been an attempt at an 'h') LE.' I'm just going to assume my mom was rushing.

I spent five hours chilling with Britt in Barnes and Nobles. We performed an unintentional economic experiment (to be described when I have more time). Right now I have to go to evil screenwriting class. Here's hoping I don't directly have to speak to the evil professor.

Sunday is a Wash

Too much money spent. No work done.

Oh, and look at the encouraging e-mail I got from my new screenwriting professor:

"I do not see much revision going on. The script still seems unnnecesarily filled with anachronisms. You must find them endearing. I find them tiresome. Your script: you must do as you will. "

Excuse my language, but the man is a JERK. You don't even want to know how I replied.

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Freaking out over lack of ability to listen to music.

Who comprehends USB cables? Someone with that type of knowledge call me!!!!! I have questions.

Who has a car? Someone take me to best buy.

Parents are not sympathetic to my situation. My mom lectured about saving for a rainy day and my dad said "poor baby" in a mocking tone.

Roomie has also laughed at me.

Bloody. Bloody. Bloody. Bloody. Bah Humbug.

Bah Humbug (again)

Ahhhhh! I broke my CD player at the gym. It was a wonderful little object. Always working...until tonight. It had a nice little belt clip. It rarely skipped. Good volume. I'll miss it, especially since I don't have the cable to hook up my mini disk player to my computer. So I can't even transfer CD songs to minidisks. I find myself stuck with a huge collection of unusable CDs/coasters. Bah humbug. I magically want a new (cheap) CD player. Very upsetting. How will I survive without listening to music when I walk? Will I go insane? Has the world ended? How will I convince my parents to buy me a new CD player when I go home next weekend?

I am doomed to be musicless. *sobs.*

Rose's Fun-ilicious Birthday Party

Rose's B-day party just ended. Her parents came up and took us out to P.F. Chang's. (Yum) After that, we bussed our way over to the Planetarium in a small black car (expect humorous pictures of that adventure in a week when I can upload them to my computer). While at the planetarium, the four of us (Britt, Rose, Leslie and I) bought $.50 rings. We are forever bonded. We then watched a show about Saturn. Britt and I had to laugh when the speaker mentioned that a moon looked like a potato...and then when Saturn was referred to as the "Lord of the Ring" AKA Ring World.

I then had an epiphany about how much knowledge there is in the world. I've had similar thoughts before, but it had been awhile since I've had to wander outside of my usual field of writing and reading. I may go back to the planetarium for a second round in the future.

Soon after that it was cake and ice cream time. The person who decided cake batter could be a layer in a cake was a complete genius. I shall begin constructing a monument for him/her soon.

Adventures like the one tonight make me realize how much I'm going to miss the MSU campus and my college friends when it's time for me to leave. *cries*

I foresee many trips to the gym in my future.

Comment About Everyone's Favorite Friend

So, if I was walking through the woods on a nice sun-shiny day. I'm sure I'd pause to take in the beauty of nature, after all, I do consider myself to be a nature kinda girl. I'm sure I'd want to look up at the puffy clouds and blue sky through the canopy of trees (or if I'm still in Michigan, I'd look up for blue sky and be disappointed to find overcast muck) But, let's say I were to look up and see one of these babies in the tree above me.
<--- I would scream, cover my face, assume all sci-fi movies I'd ever read were true after all, have a complete mental breakdown, fear it would jump on top of my head and suffocate me, run away and never go near a tree again. Just my take on the creature. I know everyone else seems to think it's cute. I personally am thanking God that He gave me the foresight to not apply to any west coast, Olympic Mountain Range located schools. I mean, I'm sorry they're endangered. I hope they can get their numbers back up there but I've decided I'll have my half of the nation and they can have their half. Never the two shall meet. And no, the Pacific North West Tree Octopus cannot be the mascot for the school in my basement. *shudders.*

I Have An Idea of What Goes on in H-E double-hockey-stick

Britt and I just got back from seeing the play Blues for Mister Charlie. Looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooongest play ever. Over 3 hours, my friends. Over 3 hours, 2 intermissions and bad acting while I sat in an uncomfortable chair in the front row.

Don't get me wrong, the play expressed an important message and all that jazz. There were also 3-4 excellent actors who made their characters come to life. But practically everything else was bad. BAD. I'm now gorging myself on Cookie Dough Chip ice cream, liquorish and cherry coke to recover.

There are currently 3 cop cars sitting outside me dorm. I gave my roomie the task of figuring out what's-what when she goes to work tonight.

Serious Bah Humbug Action

Cool professor man's title has become completely ironic. There is no longer coolness in the man.
I called a certain university whose applications were due two days ago. They have not received "cool" professor man's letter of recommendation. Do you...do you think the man's goal is to drive me insane? Cause, you know, he's succeeding.

I'm off to write a guilt-tripping e-mail.

Hee Hee Hee

This will be meaningless to most of you, but I'm most like this pastor from church:

You scored as Paul DenHerder. You are a small group guru. Homegrown in Iowa, you moved to Michigan in 1977 and have spent most of your life here. You shoot a lot of ducks. Paul DenHerder 50% Noel Heikkinen 13% Steve Sommerlot 0% Mark Brett 0% Rob Schiller 0% Which Riverview Pastor are you? created with QuizFarm.com

Every Monday and Wednesday, Britt and I have been meeting to talk/study/drink coffee. Yesterday I realized exactly how much fun I've been having. More or less, we take turns ranting. But still, if/when I leave, I know I'm going to miss the hanging out.