Remind to never take a nap at 6:30 at night again--I couldn't fall asleep to save my life last night and to make matters worse, I had just read (NOT READ) this poem about murder, and so the minute I turned off the light I got this awful feeling that I was going to be murdered--and I was seriously contemplating crawling out of my bunk bed and locking the door to our room, but then I was too scared, and I then began to worry that I would be abducted on my way to work this morning.

Thankfully, Michael DROVE us to work this morning...and in light of the rain this makes me very happy. I love Michael Garten!

I love how Peter prayed for "whatever is going on in the back of Carolyn's mouth" --I just found that excrutiatingly funny, but I'm having one of those days where everything makes me laugh. I know that seems like every day, but there are really days when even things I know are not funny just seem unbearably hilarious. Seriously though, something really is going wrong in my mouth. I'd like to blame it on my wisdom teeth coming in, but my mouth bleeds every time I brush my teeth and the pain is so bad that it is starting to shoot up in my head and give me really bad headaches. Naturally I concluded that I must have a brain tumor. I really am a hypochondriac in the worst of ways.


I have to admit that I'm really alarmingly strange. And I probably shouldn't say some things outloud. After confessing my murder fears, Lauren said, "It's going to be a very interesting experience to room with you." I'll say it will be. The problem is that I really amuse myself to no end, and that worries me a little. I have trouble picturing my friends sitting in bed and imitating Mr. Llizo to themselves just for the fun of it, but I know I do. I also realized that every time I shave my legs I write about it on here as if it's some kind of extremely important event in my life--and the possibility that it might actually be an extremely important event in my life just freaks me out.


Since I was sick all weekend I now have this lovely little cough that won't go away. Well, I just have to confess that I secretly kind of don't mind having a cough--because whenever I cough I pretend to myself that I'm dying of consumption and I really start to feel terribly sad for myself and it's so delightfully pathetic. I know, I know...but I was thinking about it, and dying of consumption would be an incredibly romantic way to die. It's in all the great stories--The guy falls in love with the woman of his dreams and everthing is beautifully perfect except for this little nagging cough that she has, but no one ever pays attention to it--and then comes that insanely dramatic moment when she passes out, or coughs up blood, and everyone gets this crazed look in their eyes as they realize the truth....and, well, John Keats died of consumption, and so did Ruby Gillis.


It was all I could do to not burst out laughing in session because everytime I thought about getting up and going to get a drink, I kept picturing myself falling flat on my face in front of everyone, and it was just the funniest mental picture ever. What if I did that? I wouldn't be able to help but laughing--as I'm sure everyone else wouldn't be able to either.


I'M SO HUNGRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!


So towards the end of session I started daydreaming back to some of the more awkward moments of my life--and I couldn't get the images of me walking around City Place with Stacy and Kara, and whoever their friend was...who had some guy friend visiting from Boston and he was SO WEIRD, and we were roaming around the city late at night and riding trolleys and they ended up trying on gross amounts of clothing while I had to stand outside and talk to the guy from Boston--I think his name was Richard, or Tom, or something--and he just kept telling me how how hot his girlfriend Amanda was at home, and he even showed me a picture of her in his wallet, and I remember just being disgusted because he had been flirting with every girl in sight the whole trip. Not to mention the utter horror of earlier that day when MY PANTS RIPPED and we spent like the entire afternoon visiting these firefighters in the fire station because they had all just watched Ladder 49 (or whatever it was called) and they were caught up in a surge of emotion to show our firefighters that we care...I honestly don't know how I get myself into these situations, but it never fails, and I think I attract it magnetically. The weekend wasn't over until Uncle David made me crawl out of their living room window out onto the roof and we stood up there forever just looking at the roof of Donald Trump's house...I was so relieved when my family arrived to pick me up. :)


Anyway, I think I'm becoming addicted to work. I started my Torrey paper tonight, wrote notes for On Christian Teaching, wrote my Confessions pull question, and started the first ten pages of City of God which is absolutely TERRIFYING and I don't know how I'm ever going to get it all read! AH!


You know what's one of the best feelings in the world? Loving something with someone else--and discovering that common bond, and it's such a validating feeling. I mean, it's fun to love something on my own, but it's always so exciting to know I'm not the only one who thinks my umbrella has the most amazing handle in the history of the world, and I'm not the only one who gets way too excited when the Cafe has spicy tortilla soup for dinner! Wheeee!


And oh my goodness! I was informed tonight that the actress from Amelie is playing Sophie in The Da Vinci Code and that makes me unendingly happy! Now that I think about it, I can't picture anyone else playing her...and she's sooooo dazzlingly beautiful. I think she's one of the prettiest actresses I've ever seen.


Sarah and I are going to open up a new hit restaurant chain: Dinner Kebab! It's going to be SO good, just wait and see!

How pathetic is it that I am already excited about waffles for breakfast tomorrow?! Michael and I decided that when the Cafe isn't going to have waffles for breakfast they need to send out a little notice to everyone so we can know not to get up the next morning.


Chelsea is coming to stay with me this weekend!!!! YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!!!! =)



And by the way--can I just say how inexhaustibly excited I am for next year...living in Sigma and rooming with Lauren, and being suitemates with Michelle and Becky?!?!?!?! It's going to be absolutely life-changing.

Oh, and I did laundry tonight. ::pats self on the back::

Our room looks so infinitely beautiful. Everyone needs to come see. It will be good for you.


It's so strange to not have anything to do really...like...I can just...and read...for pleasure...and then go to sleep...and I really hope it's not raining tomorrow because I need to ride my bicicleta to la tienda. :P

One last confession: I miss the dollar theatre entirely too much. Want to know something sad? Sometimes I just go on their website to look and see what's playing and at what time--even when I know I can't go. It makes me feel better somehow...


I'm pretty sure this whole entry is shamefully incriminating, but at least I don't see faces in my wallpaper. :)