March 25th, 2004

"I'm a nun - I'm a penguin!"

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I've had heartburn for several hours now (damn tomato sauce...) and just realized that I have Titralac in my backpack. And it's mostly gone away, so taking something for it would be kind of pointless. Ah well. I'm silly.

Last night, there was no Golem, but there was no email about it so Ben, Nick, and Derek showed up and we just hung out for several hours. I tried to teach Derek how to knit, which was an interesting experience. I mean, knitting is tricky at first, and you have to practice a lot before your stitches are even. But it was funny watching Derek fumble with the needles and string, then handing me a big mess for me to try and fix. Heh heh heh... so amusing. More boys should learn how to knit. And there was a pattern in the book I got yesterday for a bikini, so Ben and I were joking about "knitting exciting underwear." Ah, Monty Python references in everyday life. Fun stuff. And Ben and I are so easily entertained. We just sit around, poking each other and making barnyard noises, sometimes making "blart" or tossing things to each other. Yes, this is how we spend our time preventing each other from doing work. And my right knee is no longer mine. Ben claimed it, and it belongs to him now, but he's letting me use it so I can walk and stuff. So that's good... I guess.

My future housemates and I have a simple, civilized method of determining who will get the other single next year (I'm definitely getting a single if I'm the only girl... I'm not going to explain to my parents why the other side of the room has dirty boxers on the floor and Playboy centerfolds on the wall...). The guys will have to fight for it. Or just determine who will be comping and/or "getting action," though only a few of us will be comping, and most of us will probably remain single next year. But my money is on Ben. For some reason, I think he'd come out on top. Or maybe Evil Thom, but Ben just strikes me as somehow stronger than the others. I told him he'll probably be the most masculine person in the house next year, and he laughed. That's really saying something about the others. Heh... I like sissy boys.

Last night I dreamed that my mom and I were at Allegheny, looking for somewhere to eat. We were in this huge dorm-like building, and we stopped at this girl's room. She's an acquaintance who I've talked to a couple times, but not recently. I think she was in the dream because I heard people talking about her yesterday. She doesn't live in a dorm, but in the dream she did. So she wasn't there, but my mom and I went in anyway and started eating her food. She had all sorts of weird food there (there was canned fish that said "Deltron" on the label, and I found that amusing), and I kept glancing at the door, worrying what she'd do if she walked in and found my mom and me eating her food. Fortunately, we finished and left, and I think I later brought her a bag replacing the food we'd eaten. Then there was something about a chase in the building, and I found out that Laura lived down the hall from me for some reason (despite going to a different school). I saw Nick, and we went to Laura's room. Apparently she lived with a bunch of other girls in this huge room. When I walked in I said it looked like an orphanage because of the row of beds. Then I realized they were tables, and it looked like a restaurant. That's all I remember.

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"I'm a nun - I'm a penguin!"

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What am I doing? I'm supposed to be studying! Ok, quick entry.

When I got home after dinner and highlighting/poking/tickling/torturing Thom (*evil laugh*), I found a stuffed bunny and a vase of daffodils on my computer desk. They were sent through the American Cancer Society, but there was no information about who sent them. I have the feeling they're from my parents or some other relative, but I wish I knew who to thank. Awww, I feel so special. I usually only get flowers on my birthday or if I've been in the hospital. And I just reread the first sentence of this paragraph... there's something amusing about mentioning flowers and fluffy bunnies in the same sentence as torturing someone. I was going to take pictures of them and found that the batteries in my digital camera were dying, so I waited while they recharged instead of, say, studying for that exam tomorrow morning. Because photography is more fun than cramming.
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