Here Come The Rains. . .

So, the past few days have been kinda nuts. I started classes yesterday, and I'm proud to report that I'm actually trying this time. Yeah, crazy. I stayed on campus for an extra 2 HOURS after class to do homework -- unprecedented. Shooting for that 4.0 this quarter, and I mean it. Not like at IV where I would say that and end up skipping the second week. All my classes sound pretty great so far. All but one of them pertains to my major, so chances are I won't lose interest like I normally do. This is gonna be a good ten weeks.

In other news, I get to see Kim and Helen in like two weeks! I decided to go home for Easter, since I have no school on Friday and I'd assume no school on Monday. I do go to a Catholic university, so you'd think Easter would be a big friggin' deal. Part of me thinks I won't have it off, but I'm remaining optimistic. And if not, whatever. I'll turn in my homework early and miss class. Then, the next weekend is Andy and Katie's wedding, so I get to see Ben! Pretty excited about that . . . ya know, a little bit.

Tonight's plan is to waste time here until I walk in the rain to pick up sushi at 6:30, then it's home for Keith Olbermann. After that, I'll probably start reading my book for my book report in History of Eastern Europe. It's on Hitler. Think it's gonna be an upper of a story. Tomorrow I have class pretty much all day, and I'll probably stay on campus during my three hour break. God, all this responsiblity freaks me out!!

"I Need My HBO."

Yesterday turned out to be just as great as it started. I got cable and internet ordered (cable goes in tomorrow and internet on Tuesday.) While ordering cable, I ended up having a great half hour conversation with the woman helping me. And I mean, a conversation. We talked about her cousins and cars from Avis and sneaky weasel ways you can get tickets. It was nice. I got serenaded first thing in the morning by my neighbor singing Lady Gaga very loud, which wasn't that great, but it was funny. Spent the day in and out of the apartment so my incapacitated bathroom wasn't too much of a drag, and by the time I got back from dinner, Bob had fixed it for me. I ate at Star of India, which is down the street from my apartment and has a $10 all you can eat buffet. I have a love for Indian food, especially for $10. I went to Wahlgreens and discovered they sell Mondos, the best freaking juice box type thing in the world, for $1. Then, I went home, talked to Kim for a while, talked to Mom, and read before going to bed. Talked to Ben at like 4 AM. It was a good day.

Today started out well, too. Slept in 'till 8:30 after talking to Ben for an hour last night. I'm still kinda tired, but whatever. Got to Starbucks quick, and have ahead of me a day with nothing to do. It's kinda cloudy and cold, so I'm probably gonna kick it at the apartment for the most part. Read and what have you. I really can't wait for my cable to get put in -- not having a few channels to flip through at the end of the day is a real drag. But, all in all, I can't complain about life too much. I'll wait for that until classes start on Monday.

Just When I Thought Things Were Going Well . . .

Well, yesterday WAS a good day. Until, um, ten o'clock at night rolled around. Due to having had a latte at like five o'clock (and mostly espresso at that) I wasn't able to fall asleep. Good thing, too, because Snicket managed to gag on the only three feathers remaining in my apartment. And I hate getting out of bed for the best of reasons, let alone to clean up after my gaggy cat. After that, I discovered that there was a new leak! Bob had come by and fixed the toilet leak, but now there was water spewing forth from the wall. Yes. I know. My bathroom hates me. So, I turned off the water and did my best to get all the water off the floor. Not sure why or how it started, but I do know that I hate my life.

Anywho, I was basically torked off all night, especially after eating the last of my fruit roll ups. Yes, I ate a whole box because I felt bad for myself, and almost ate some Funyuns, but didn't. Thank God, too, cause when I woke up at like 2:00 when Ben called, I felt pretty sick to my rummy-tum-tum as it was. But, I called Bob this morning and he is going to stop by. Not sure when, but I'm gonna go on a limb and say my fountain toilet should be a priority.

It's super sunny out today, contrary to what Redeye said in its forecast. Kinda cold, but hopefully it'll warm up. It's still early, so it might end up being a really nice day. I got to Starbucks and had NO competition for the outlet, got my Berry Chai for free, and got winked at by a random man. Today much like yesterday, has started out pretty good. But I refuse to get too confident about it. Last thing I need is another leak in my bathroom.

Plus nobody I know got killed in South Central L.A. . . .

I must remain strong. I cannot let the numerous sushi bars on my walk home convince me to get take out rather than cook at the apartment. I repeat: No fucking sushi take out. My heart is breaking at the thought of passing all of them, but no. They will be there tomorrow, or whatever day I actually get some cash flow going on. Which will probably not be tomorrow, but ya never know.

Balls. It's raining out. That's what I want for my few blocks walk home. I'm kinda hostile just now (it's the no sushi thing) even though I've had a great day. Got up early, got to Starbucks and didn't have to creep on anyone to get outlet access. Cleaned, went downtown, finally went into the church across from the John Hancock building, cleaned some more, did laundry, and got prices for internet AND cable. It's a promising place to be, with so much done. Did the fact that my toilet is still leaking tork me off? Maybe. Bob, come on now. It's been three months. Did the fact that after seven hours spent yesterday trying to get ahold of Verizon come of nothing, only to find out today (when I actually got a hold of a human being) that they don't serve Chicago make me want to die? Yes. But, I was useful today. I got things done. And that feels good. Plus, I talked to Ben last night! It was at 3:00 in the morning and I might have been totally fucking loopy for most of the conversation, but that doesn't matter. It was good talking to him anyway (he's in Vegas for Spring Break. Don't get me started on the wretched Capitalist/Consumerist excess. Yes, I am a Socialist fun hater. And this is a long sidenote.)

So what am I doing tonight? Making Rice-A-Roni. Oh Jesus, I can't wait. I love that San Francisco treat. . . And if you were wondering/don't know enough about classic hip hop, yes, the title of this blog is a reference to Ice Cube's classic "Today Was a Good Day."

Back in the Proverbial Saddle

As of this moment in my life, I am sitting in the Starbucks at the corner of Sheffield and Diversey. I had to sit awkwardly between two guys because I have to plug in my computer, and there is apparently only on outlet in this particular overpriced coffeeshop. Yes, city life is probably the most glamorous thing on Earth. Don't be jealous. I had to walk only like a block to get here, but it felt like a fucking mile because it's cold and rainy out. My bathroom smells kinda swampy, meaning I leave the window open all day to try and get the smell out, but it's just not working. I just end up with a really cold bathroom that I avoid at all costs.

But, really, I'm glad I'm back up here. I missed my apartment. It's where I live, for Chrisssakes. Yesterday it was really nice out, so I walked over to campus and dawdled around. Snicket, well, is kind of adjusting. She burrowed under my bed at first (it's a mattress on the ground and she didn't get far) then hid in the corner, but now she comes out and cuddles with me, something she rarely did at home. And I love being able to leave the apartment without worrying that I have a huge dog waiting for me in the lobby (it had to break some rule somewhere.)

I wish I had internet at the apartment, and really wish I had cable. Well, just HBO. I missed the season finale of Big Love last night. It kills me that, while everything was being revealed on HBO, I was playing spider solitaire on my sucky "couch." Talk about an epic fail.

Anywho, I have two hours on the internet, and I have more important things to do. Like, acquire some internetz for my apartment. Then I get spend the gloomy day cleaning. It could be worse.

Snicket

I've been meaning to post a blog about my cat for a while now, because I'm kind of lame like that. Truth be told, she's actually a pretty interesting, if fucked up, little critter. And since she's moving in with me in two days, I've been spending more time with her lately.

We got her when I was thirteen. After spending the day cruising the QC, looking for a pet store that had kittens, we overheard someone in a Petco parking lot asking a friend if they wanted a kitten. We stopped her and offered to take the last kitten off her hands. She told us it was a litter from her boss, and if she didn't get all of them homes, he would probably have them put to sleep. So, we ended up with Snicket! At the time, she was so small she could be wrapped completely in a dishrag, and since then, we've figured out she actually was taken from her mother too soon. This may account for her awkward, general rage.

Snicket slept in my bed at night, curled up against my neck (she was that small!) She was my cat from the get-go, just because I was the only one who really "got" all her weirdness. She's always been a little touchy, a little proud, and hasn't ever really like to show affection during the day . . . or anywhere other than the upstairs bathroom. Sometimes she has weird moods when she just wants to cuddle, but most of the time she's just really intense and kind of angry. When I'm away, she sleeps in boxes of my old clothes, and once even stopped cleaning herself, but when I'm home she pretty much ignores me until the sun goes down.

Oh, and I forgot. She's huge. Awkwardly huge. Her body is gigantic, but her head and legs are itty bitty. And we have no idea where the weight came from! Her metabolism is fucked up from not being weened from her mother properly, but she doesn't gorge herself or anything. For years she was svelt and sassy and so damn dignified. But then we got a third cat, and Snicket didn't like the whole idea. She disappeared into the attic, a self imposed exile, and when she came down a few months later, she had suddenly become morbidly obese. It was the weirdest thing. And just one more weird part of this damn cat's already bizarre life.

I'm still thinking about getting her a harness and a leash. . .

Two Days Left

Down to little less than two days at home now. Saturday marks my grand return to my oh-so-messy apartment (well, not that messy, but I didn't really clean up at all before leaving and there are still goose down feathers all over the place from Draper ripping a hole in my comforter.) I'm very excited, but now a little nervous. My last week home as flown by, and my last two days have been spent sleeping on the couch because I feel not-so-great. Can't be getting sick -- I start school in a week!

Other than just being kinda overwhelmed with the usual sense of having so much to do before I head out on yet another adventure, the week has been really sentimental for me. I'm in a weird, emotional mind set, and that doesn't happen. I mean, yeah, I'm one of the most nostalgic people I know, but I'm not emotional by any means. Maybe this week has just been too much for my usually rational brain to handle. Kim left today, Helen leaves today, I leave Saturday, I won't see Ben for another month. On Tuesday, we all went to Oriental Gardens for one last Chinese fix before we all parted ways, and I was poised to be a total basketcase. It didn't happen, though, because a certain friend of ours decided to spend the whole time acting like a fucking ten year old who had been given too many pixie sticks. Yeah, not what I was in the mood for, personally.

But, we have all talked about plans to see each other, and are going to make a real effort to not loose touch the way we tend to when we go different directions. It's hard when you're living in totally different worlds, but we're all at an age now where it isn't impossible, and the importance of staying close is obvious. And even though Ben said he got an interview with a company in Wichita, and even though no matter where he ends up I'm totally willing to do anything I can to make things work, I'm still hopeful that in two short months, he'll at least be closer than six hours away. What can I say, I'm a cockeyed optimist like that.

Urgh, now how can I get rid of this headache? I've felt kinda sick for the past few days and I'm totally over it. . .

Oh, That's Just Your Future.

I feel like I haven't blogged forever. I kept meaning to post one, but sadly, it didn't happen. Anyway, Rolla was a whole lot of fun. I was down there for like nine days, and yet somehow it still didn't feel like enough time. It must be a Rolla paradox. But having all that time with Ben was pretty damn awesome, even if there were a few times I wanted to . . . um . . . destroy him. We actually got into a little fight (ie, I got pissed and spent a few hours doing a slow burn until finally telling him why I was upset) that stemmed from the whole Paris thing, but we talked about it and resolved the issue.

But, anyway, I leave for Chicago on Saturday. Kim is heading to Bloomington on Thursday and I think Helen is taking off then, too, to go on Spring Break with her boyfriend. It's weird, because we have all been best friends for so long, and suddenly we're all going in seperate directions. Thank God we're still close enough that, if necessary, we can see each other, but it's still weird. I've lived three minutes from Kim for most of our lives, so it'll be weird not having her just down the street. But I know she will do so damn well in school and I'm super excited to see what Helen decides to do after IVCC. It's strange seeing our lives actually taking shape.

Now, once I'm back to my apartment, I have one week before classes start. I got an e-mail from one teacher about a class I'm in, and it actually hit me that I'm going back to DePaul. I'm really a student again, and I couldn't be more excited. There were times at IV when I really thought I had fucked my life up royally. But, now I'm back on track and can see that going home for that year and a half was definitely for the best. I definitely learned a lot and reconnected with the most important people in my life, which is well worth the stress of thinking I would become a bag lady someday.

I just hope things go well from here on out.

My Brain is in Knots

I'm having one of those days where I seriously question the direction my life is going. I have them from time to time, primarily when I change tracks the way I have lately. I've done that a lot in my short lifespan (it's been a lifetime already.) But, lately I've been doing so more often, probably due to my graduating next Spring. For the first time in my life, I actually should have more idea of where I want to head. And just when I think I have a plan ironed out, I remember something else I'd like to do or that would make me happier.

My problem is I have too many passions. Too many things make me happy, but too many things would lead me directly to depression. Part of the problem is, well, who I am, I guess. To me, things that seem impossible just aren't. I'm the kind of girl who will up and go anywhere, buy tickets to Paris at the last minute, move to Chicago on a whim. Get a dog based on a gut feeling or decide when I get to the tattoo shop what to get put on my arm. I've learned that there is nothing set in stone about life, particularly rules about how to go about doing it. So my dreams are big, and seem kind of unattainable to some people.

Anyway, sometimes I feel like I should go into some sort of animal rescue. My family always wanted me to, because I am pretty awesome with animals. Not to mention, where my compassion for people runs out, my compassion for animals picks up. I'd love to work at a sanctuary of some kind, be it for abused pets or orphaned wild animals or anything like that. But, it's something I probably will never do.

And lately I've been thinking hard about grad school. Yeah, going into education is a lot easier and more reliable, but it's so normal. The only problem with grad school is that if I do it, I want to go to Paris. The American University of Paris (ie, my dream school in my dream neighborhood) offers a dual degree two year program with the Sorbonne, so I could get my Masters degree and the French equivalent, which would open a lot of doors for me as far as working in the EU.

Yeah, I still want to live in Paris. I can't get around that boulder in between me and the rest of my life. There are just places when you know you belong, and Paris is that place for me. No two ways about it. Last time I was there, I kind of started crying on the Metro because it finally sunk in that I'd, someday, have to chose between the place I love and the people I love, and God, that is a hard decision to make. I thought I had made up my mind a few months ago, when I decided not to do my undergrad studies at AUP, but of course, here I am back at square one, trying to find ways to get where I know I should be.

Slowly, information on the weekend has trickled in. I'm currently hours and hours away from the loves of my life -- Kim and Helen, my two best friends since I was nine years old. Sounds like everyone, at one point or another, had a weird experience. Helen's boyfriend got into a fight with his ex (weird. He didn't want to go to a party. Really such a big deal?) But that chick sounds a little . . . um . . . loopysauce, so whatevs. Then, yesterday, Helen told me that Mikey Eff, the now legendary boy she dated over the summer and who we all thought was the best thing ever, proposed to his girlfriend at a bar wearing green sequined hot pants. Bummer to the max, and not only because now I won't get invited to the wedding, although that in and of itself is reason to be upset. Kim, however, didn't have any ex oddities. But she did end up buying her outfit for her 21st birthday, which is coming up this weekend. Apparently, it's a jumpsuit that she describes as "Beyonce-esque." I want to see it more than you will ever imagine, if only to say that I saw Kim in a jumpsuit. And we all know I love that Beyonce. . .

So, the first few days of my extensive Rolla visit are over. I got down here on Friday night, after a long and tedious drive spent singing along with Tom Jones. What can I say, I'm on a Welsh Wonder kick. On my way down, I tried to convince Ben that I had, somehow, ended up in Kentucky. Well, I guess that wasn't all that unlikely, because he just started telling me how to get back. And when I told him I was kidding, and had just gotten through St. Louis, he was like, "Oh, cool." Not the reaction I was looking for, but that just means I'll have to do something prankish while I'm down here.

But Friday night, there was a bonfire over here. And while there were gratuitous amounts of male nudity, it was offset by listening to The Lonely Island. It was really fun, and by the end of the night, my face literally hurt from laughing.

Saturday, we went to Kansas City. Nothing like a really long car ride after a really long car ride. I slept most of the way there because I'm an awesome co-pilot. We went to Ben's friend's parents' house (got that?) for dinner, then we went over to his friend Angie's housewarming party. It was a really great time, and it was nice finally meeting some of Ben's Rockford friends. Only bummer: Ben's ex was there, and I think she got pretty upset. I felt/feel really bad, and feel like I should have said something to her. I'm not that kinda girl who hates any other girl my boyfriend has so much as talked to in the past, and I really wish I had said something to her. Now it's going to totally be on my mind until I drunkenly figure out a way to communicate with her and feel like a huge toolbag. Yeah, my communication skills are through the roof.

Anyway, turns out putting down the seats in the car and sleeping in the trunk wasn't such a great idea. It sounded good when we were schwasty, but waking up on Sunday morning (well, we didn't really sleep due to discomfort, so not waking up) was a painful experience. But the ride back went by really fast and we spent the day kickin' it. Went and hiked around, which was a lot of fun even though I fell and managed to whack my hand on a rock or something. But I do love exploring, and it was such a beautiful day.

Yup, I certainly do love me some Rolla.

If You Aren't Willing to Barter, I Don't See Us Making Progress

Alright, look DePaul University. And you listen up, too, Federal Government. I didn't apply for financial aide because I don't need it. So please explain the discrepancy between what you gave me and what I owe. How does that work? I mean, I'm a 20 year old unemployed college student . . . how do you expect me to even come up with $20 and a paper clip on my own? And why is it so expensive after all? I know DePaul is one of the best schools in the Midwest, but seriously. It's not necessary to charge me so damn much money just because I wanna sit in a room for a few hours a week and listen to a fella talk in the front of the room. If anything, you should charge less. I'm not going to be involved on campus, and I'm certainly not going to hang around after class and be social with my fellow students. I don't live on campus and chances are I'm not going to eat on campus. So why so much dough? I wonder how much that comes down to per hour I spent in class . . . No wait, I don't wanna think about it.

Not that I'm not looking forward to paying off student loans until I'm waist deep in a mid-life crisis. And I'm definitely looking forward to taking a second job waitressing at a shitty restaurant at night in hopes I can pay down the monster I have signed up for. Yeah, that'll be awesome. I mean, if it takes me the longest amount of time possible (25 years) then I will be 46 years old by the time I pay that shit off. Who doesn't want that?! At least there aren't prepayment fees, assuming I have extra cash monies to throw at that beast.

So here's my proposition. DePaul, I have a younger sister who I am more than willing to trade for my education. It's only one year of costs, and she has quite a lot of life in her yet. Put her to work in the cafeteria or something. Let her live in one of the dorms, keep her on a short leash, and you have a slave for quite a few years yet!

Think it over and get back to me.

NBC Reads My Mind

They have to. There is no other explanation for the random things that end up on 30 Rock. I hadn't thought about it much until today, but when I look back at some of my favorite episodes, there have been a lot of my favorite things slipped in there. And so I think Tina Fey is reading my mind. Let me lay out my case:

1) Al Gore -- The first episode I ever saw was the one with Greenzo, the superhero who was out to save the environment. And who guest starred at the very end? Al Gore. And in case you aren't aware, I'm obsessed with Al Gore. I got to shake his hand at a book signing and it was probably the biggest event of my life.

2) Midnight Train to Georgia -- I also love the Gladys Knight and the Pips song "Midnight Train to Georgia." My friends play the Pips in my car and we have sing-a-longs. So what song did they spoof when Kenneth the Page decided to head back to Georgia? "Midnight Train to [motherfuckin'] Georgia!" I know! It's crazy!

3) Sauce -- And I don't mean booze here, people. I have this habit of adding 'sauce' at the end of words and sentences, like creepsauce or sillysauce. So what does Liz Lemon say when she is trying to adopt a baby? "I need all of you to act normalSAUCE!" Yes! Normalsauce! Come on. That doesn't just happen.

6) United Nations -- Early in the season, Liz happened to try and date a guy who worked at the United Nations. What's my dream fucking job? Working for the United Nations!!!

4) Jon Hamm -- I am fairly in love with Don Draper on the show Mad Men. In fact, I am very in love with Don Draper, who is played by Jon Hamm. And right when I really need a Mad Men/Don Draper fix, who do they have star in a reoccuring role as Liz Lemon's love interest? JON HAMM!!! Freaky much?

5) Liz -- Yeah, I have a lot of personality traits in common with Liz. Awkwardness, love for cheese, dorky dance moves that I insist on doing in public. My mom wants me to write as a career, but I'm pretty sure that if I did, I'd end up a real life Liz Lemon.

Yeah, see what I mean? This stuff doesn't happen by chance, people. I'm pretty sure Tina Fey is reading my mind right now.

Officially the Best Show on TV . . .

It's Big Love. If you haven't seen it yet, please, tune in to HBO next Sunday at 8 and watch it. It's currently in its third season (only three episodes left!) and literally keeps you riveted for the whole hour. And yes, it is actually a full hour because HBO doesn't have commercial breaks. Love that.

Anyway, Big Love is about the Henrickson family in Sandy, Utah. If you are my friend on Facebook, yes, that is where I got the last name from. Bill Henrickson is a polygamist, married to three women. Barb was the first, but after she became ill and was no longer able to have children, they took on Nikki. Nikki is the daughter of Roman Grant, the prophet of the nearby Juniper Creek compound and all around Henrickson family antagonist, and she took care of Barb while she was sick. Bill was born on the compound, but was run off by Roman when he was fourteen. A few years after marrying Nikki, the family decided to marry Margene, the eighteen year old babysitter. Now, a few years later, they are living in the suburbs, in three seperate houses with connecting backyards.

The polt is insane. There are so many twists and turns and the characters are so complexly connected. And things are always getting darker and darker. This seaon has been, by far, the most shocking, and the tag line is "Everyone has something to hide." Very fitting, as everyone in the show is hiding something from everyone else, and the whole season has been about these secrets slowly coming out. For example, Bill's oldest daughter (Sarah, who is about to go graduate high school) hid her pregnancy from the family until she miscarried two episodes ago. This episode was also when the family found out Nikki had been on birth control for four years and Bill is on Viagra.

As far as last night's episode goes, well, I was blown away. The episode before had been just about the family, with them going on a trip out to New York to retrace the steps of Joseph Smith. So last night, they were thrown right back into everything, including the power struggle on Juniper Creek between Alby (Roman's son) and Roman, who was recently found not guilty of an array of charges. Nikki went back to work at the DA office, where she was placed during her father's trial to get information on the prosecutions case. But Nikki has been flirting with her boss, who thinks her name is Margene (Nikki didn't want them to know she was Roman Grant's daughter.) And last night she actually went on a date with him! AND KISSED HIM! Yeah! What the fuck, Nikki?!

And the saddest thing of all . . . oh my god. So sad, I nearly cried. Okay, lemme set this one up for ya: Bill has a younger brother named Joey. Joey had been a football star, but after becoming an alcoholic, he returned to Juniper Creek and married Wanda. And Wanda is nuts. Like, bonafide fucking crazy. So, Kathy came to live with them to help take care of Joey Jr, their son. Kathy was the only witness Roman wasn't able to bribe or scare into not testifying during his trial, and now that he's out of jail, he's pretty much gunning for her. Joey and Kathy decided to get married, making her his second wife. (Still with me?) But when Kathy went to go look for flowers on a nearby hill, she went missing. Well, turns out the Greens (another major group of fundamental polygamists) have taken her hostage and are going to make her marry Hollass. Who shows up to seal them? Fucking Roman Grant. Kathy gets away, and jumps into a truck that was idling outside of the barn they were going to marry them in, but her braid gets stuck in the door when she slams it. Roman comes right up on her in his jeep, and rams her until she runs off the road and into a tree. Well, with the braid stuck in the door and no seat belt, I'm sure you can guess what happens. And Joey, Bill, and the rest of the gang, who are waiting back at Joey's house for the wedding have no idea what has happened.

I'm all worked up just thinking about it . . . I can't wait for next week.

Who Is Mrs. Deavers?!

Alright, so, last night I had the most fucked up dream ever. And I remember ALL OF IT! Yeah, I can't believe it either! So, here it is:

Kim, Helen, and I were riding our bicycles on this back road, which is weird because I haven't been on a bike in years and years. But anyway, there was a gravel road, and we wanted to know what was up on top of this hill, so Helen stood guard, and Kim and I went up this hill. At the top, on one side were animals in cages, like lions and stuff, and on the other side were thorn bushes, so when we were walking down this road we had lions tryin' to get us on one side of us and thorns poking us on the other. And we're like, "Fuck this."

When we got back down the hill, Mrs. Deavers came up. And Mrs. Deavers was some teacher at the local grade school (in my dream. In real life, she doesn't exist.) And she rode to school on a rhino, on top of which was a little compartment she rode in. So weird!! And she was so pissed about us going up that hill, and even though we told her we left when we saw the animals, she was totally livid!

So this bitch Deavers takes us all hostage, and puts us in this shack where there are these animals sitting on this table thing. And outside of the shack is the rest of this house, including this wooden platform over a lake where fish and otters lived. In my dream, I kept calling them badgers, but I know now they were otters. We kept peaking out of this door, cause it wasn't locked, but fear of Mrs. Deavers kept us from actually leaving.

Then these otters started coming up into the shack, and we're like, "Get the fuck out of here, Badger/Otter!" Then Deavers came back in and said, "I have to get these leopards out of here. They are becoming too humanized." And she tapped on of the leopards, and it stood up on two legs and walked over to us and said, "I'll see you later" and walked out. I turned to the girls and said, "That's a classy fucking leopard."

Then I woke up.

T-Minus 5 Days to Rolla

Finally. Down to the final five days before I head down to Rolla. I actually have a few things that could keep me busy that whole time, but let's face it: I have access to way too much shitty daytime TV to be productive. Theoretically Wednesday should go by fast, seeing as how I have a doctor's appointment and I'm getting my hair cut (exciting, eh?) I'm planning on growing my hair out, but I desperately need to get it trimmed, and I want to get proper bangs, instead of these bullshit bangs I've been rocking for . . . oh . . . six years now on and off. The plan is to do something along the lines of Zooey Deschanel. Love her. Haha, it was pretty funny when Ben and I watched Hitchhiker's Guide, cause I freaked out when I saw her. "That's the 'She' in She & Him!" I was thrilled.

Anyway, yeah, I've been checking the weather, and hoping to God it's at least kind of warm in Rolla. I would even settle for warmer than up here, so long as I can actually wear cute clothes instead of the BS I've been wearing since I came home. Either way, I'm gonna bring my cute clothes and if it's cold, fuck it, I'll just freeze. I don't care. Sacrifices must be made.