092803
[9:16pm] One week later: that was the most traumatic, weird, awful week ever, except yesterday. So much bad stuff. Doctor's appointments, shots, Calculus tests and lots of studying (I find out tomorrow how I did), trying to come home and having a blowout 20 miles into Arkansas (AND THEN the battery dies), so not getting to come home. But Dad came and saved the day and my car, so I went home yesterday and it was beautiful. I have the best boyfriend EVER. Ever. So now I'm back and Carolyn and Laura and I had dinner with Megan and Matt. Matt's so much fun. He's from Springfield, so we're on the same team. We're both really angry about the lack of Baskin Robbins in the state. We're going to write letters. BR will probably send us an autographed picture of ice cream or something, "To my biggest fan, best wishes, Chocolate Mocha." Matt's idea. He cracks me up. We tried to get him to go with us to get some ice cream, but he's studious and antisocial. Whatever works for him. I threw my wallet at him in an attempt to persuade him, to no avail. Studious, schmudious. So we got Frosty's and now I'm trying to study. Yay CALCULUS!!!! YAY TAYLOR'S THEOREM!! I'm.. so.. happy.. to be back. =p Also: Yay for Phantom Planet, whose "The Guest" I cannot get enough of. 8 hours of driving to it was not enough, I guess.

092103
[1:20pm] Also, I'm working on updating the "But I Want" section. It may not be today, but who knows?
[12:56pm] I had a very weird dream last night: I was taking this strange class--ice skating/German or Russian. We were putting on an ice ballet and we had to read our parts out of this book while we skated around, doing tricks, whatev. The teacher was this short man in all black with a beatnik vibe. "Rrrread zeh part! It starts ovv wit '[some unintelligible Russian/German]' and den continuu!" After what seems like hours of confusion, I'm like "I DON'T SPEAK RUSSIAN!" And the beatnik instructor goes, "Oh. Vell dat explains it. You're in zeh wrrrong class." And I left. Then I dreamed that a whole bunch of girls in tubetops wanted to beat up Carolyn, but I stepped in and kicked their butts. Hmm. Interpretation, anyone? (P.S. I saw Cabin Fever yesterday: I recommend strongly -- don't see it.) (P2.S. I also saw Blowdry. I recomend strongly -- DO see it. It's good times.)

091703
[10:30am] Yesterday Laura and Carolyn and I got into my car with my collection of CDs, some socks, and the directions to the Mall of Memphis in hopes of going ice skating there. We found our way there easily enough (without almost getting on any major interstates this time), but we arrived and were mystified. There were hardly any stores open; there were only closed-down barred-up shops. We wondered if the mall was closing, but it closed at 9:00 and we arrived at 7:30. It was a ghost mall. Anyway, we went to the place where you rent skates and the guy told us that it wasn't even open for the public at that time. He gave us the hours that it would be available to us, though. We walked around a little more, just seeing if there was anything to do in the mall--we found the "Play Center", which was like four of those kiddie rides where you put a quarter in and it rocks back and forth: two of them were out of service, but Carolyn rode the motorcycle (and it cost 50¢ of MY money because she begged and prodded til I gave it to her.) I wished more than anything that I had a camera. Then we tried to find the movie theater, which on the map looked like it was past the ice rink, so we went back into the skate rental place. Carolyn walked right past the guy and right past the rink in search of the theater, while I stopped to ask the guy if the theater was open. That went kind of like this:
 
Me: Is the movie theater open? We're kind of new to town.
Guy: No, it's been closed for like, ever. They say they're going to do renovations, but.. *giving me a stupid look*
Me: Well, we just got into town.
Guy: Well, it's been closed forever.
 
That's when I get tired of the conversation and I run after Carolyn because she has gone past where you're supposed to go rink-wise. Then we left the mall and hit Blockbuster (Romeo + Juliet, Baz Luhrman style; and The Ring, which Carolyn refuses to watch, but we're all going to watch it on Thursday night whether she likes it or not.) No car accidents, no fights, no nothing. We got back and we heard about the TriDelt drama, though. Kourtney (Laura's rm) is a TriDelt and she was came in, like "Wow, I'm so not supposed to be back yet. But the big sister TriDelts gave us these coolers as presents -- but they were filled with beer! So we were all just sitting around with our coolers and big sisters and stuff, and a COP walks in!" I didn't catch every intricacy of this story, but somehow most people managed to not get arrested (but I only heard the story from Kourtney and Stephanie, who left early, so I don't know what happened to the people who stayed with their coolers.) We finished watching R+J and Carolyn and I came back to the room. Sometime around 9:30 am or so, I smelled something burning but rolled over and went to sleep. Many a time I have smelled a phantom scent, so I just disregarded it. Later, though, when Carolyn got up, Stephanie and Lauren were like freaking out because Stephanie put her Starbucks cup in the microwave and it caught fire. But it's all under control and things are okay.

091603
[1:46pm] So my family came down this weekend and brought Joey: things were wonderful. I gave everyone a little tour of campus, showed them where I sit in my classes and where the library is, let Rosco run around in the Row of Oaks a little bit. When they left, I was feeling sad so I got Laura and Carolyn together and we took my car to Wendy's and around town to see what was where--after almost getting onto 240 (AHH!), we went to the grocery store where I got some Cheetos and Fruit by the Foot, back to the campus where we watched Sleeping Beauty. Last night we watched Forrest Gump (poor Laura had an 8:00 class), and tonight we're planning on going ice skating somewhere after our classes/homework/whatev. Yay! Oh, also:
 

 

091203
[12:40pm] I have this feeling that I'm getting spoiled. Every time I've been to my mailbox in the last four days, there has been a package. Really, it's too much. I'm getting so that I almost expect packages. But, THANK YOU MOM for the chocolate covered cherries. One of these days I'm going to have to start making time to work out. Or just NEVER EVER take an elevator (which is my goal) unless I'm carrying laundry. Then I'll have to. But I go up and down flights of stairs every day. It's great. But maybe I need more. All these hot dogs and waffles (THEY HAVE WAFFLES AT THE RAT!!! WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME??!??!) and chocolate-covered cherries.. I don't know what I'll do with myself. Okay, yay, time to attack some Calculus since I didn't do any of it yesterday (but neither did anyone else. So I was safe. Here we go!) P.S. My family is visiting me this weekend! Maybe I should clean up a bit.

091103
[4:25pm] Yeah, so. When I get a little freetime, I'll update the "But I Want" list, so you can all send me presents. And if you don't know my address to send presents to, email me. If you don't know my email address and don't know any of my friends from whom you can get it, you don't get to know my real address, because that's how it works. Off to fetch my laundry! :)
 

 

091003
[10:50am] What a cleansing experience it is to pour out all your worries into an NY3 for Daily Themes. In other news: we began reading Genesis 1:1-3:24 for Search. I'm just now realizing how unread I am, in the Bible. I mean, I know some stuff, but I was trying to explain "post-exilic" to Carolyn: which exile? I know of one and a half. I know of the exile from Eden, and then I sort of know of one where a whole bunch of people were kicked out of somewhere.. Carolyn, who went to a Catholic school before coming here, knows all this stuff up and down. A whole bunch of people got exiled from the Promise Land, she says. So I guess that's what we're talking about. After that exile. Anyway, it's inspiring me to read more Bible. In other, other news: my family is coming this weekend to visit me. Maybe bringing Joey. Looking forward to it. Okay, so my suitemates in their room just shouted, "I love Rose(??).. woo-oo!" Cool. Random.

090903
[4:15pm] Somebody puked outside in the hall and it smells so bad. I really don't like to go outside the room because getting out requires walking through the stench of vomit and cleaning chemicals. It's unpleasant. More updates when I get happy. Back to my ultra, ULTRA lame Spanish homework. Crucigrama, I despise you.

090503
[11:00am] For Search, I'm reading the Egyptian creation myths -- weird stuff. There's far too much creepy information like when Re finds out his wife Nuit was unfaithful to him with her brother (creepy enough, right? NO), he locks the unborn children of her affair inside her so that she couldn't give birth to them, but that she had to carry them around, supposedly forever. (Later you find out that Thoth, who was all sympathetic, figured out a way to let Nuit have her babies -- it has something to do with the moon cycles, adding 5 days to the 360-day lunar year. I can't quite figure it out.) Hey, Kelly, this next part will be of interest to you. Also of note: My suitemates are listening to Cher's Greatest Hits or something. Oh and guess which song is on right now? "Walkin in Memphis." Such cool girls. Now security they did not see him; they just hovered round his tomb; but there's a pretty little thing waiting for the King down in the Jungle Room..

090303
[8:59am] So Joey and I hung out each night I was home, and Kristen and I hung out at the mall on Sunday. That was great fun. Joey and I rented About Schmidt (forgive me, I'm too tired to link), and it was an abomination. It was utterly depressing the entire time and just when you expect a relieving ending, no: it's Kathy Bates naked. So never mind all that. Just spending time with the kids while I'm home is very important. In other news: I'm back at school, finally got my Calculus textbook (and am having a little better luck with the problems -- a very little), found someone (Laura the third musketeer's roommate Courtney) with another Calc textbook to maybe help me out, have made an appointment with an RCC to come fix Carolyn and my computers (our port was shut down because of a virus? not me) -- I'm really excited about this one because he'll also certify us and then I'll be able to deposit my daily themes like it's nuthin. Also, I'm getting the last sig for my add/drop slip this morning before my first class, so I can run to the Registrar to get this bad boy taken care of. Woot! Spanish 202! (Don't take that the wrong way, either. We're still reviewing ser and estar in there and I'm about to drop myself on my own head out of sheer boredom. It's great, as you might imagine.) So things are finally smoothing out. But the homework around here never ceases!!!

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