Hahaha...I blog way too much. Good thing this is pretty much for my own personal benefit. I'll make it into a book one day and sell it and EVERYBODY will buy it.

Word of the day: papers. I hate them. And there are far too many of them between now and Christmas. Good thing I dominate them like the TERMINATOR.

Yesterday, I woke up to the song Whatcha Say. I literally woke up singing and dancing, cuz I sat up in bed and busted a move. The morning was only made richer by the fact that ten minutes later, Greasy sent me a desperate facebook message. Then the sun was shining, my outfit was real cute, and, well, I got to blast music while showering. Showering before I put on that cute outfit and went out in the sunshine, of course.

Then Stewart actually made a funny joke in class (there was a vehicle outside that was backing up and making a beeping noise, and he commented on how it sounded like a microwave and then called, "It's done! You can get it out now!"), Hallstrom gave me a complement in acting, and Macallister let us out of CHOW half an hour early. BOOYAH.

Sarah and I went to First Friends and, well, met new friends. Real great. Sarah actually talked to a Buddhist guy who didn't know who Jesus was. And the food was delicious. And my car didn't get a ticket. However, my car...well, we'll get to that.

So we swung by Carly's room after and then went to Young Life Quest. Now, here's the deal. I've wanted to go to this all semester, but haven't because Greasy and Liz are really involved there and I was afraid of what it would do to me to actually see them together. So, going was a HUGE deal because it means that I've developed enough courage to not let them get in the way of what I want to do--or at least, not all the way.

Needless to say, we played a big group game, and I had a partner who I'd never met before, and I tripped at least three times, falling on the ground, and managed to dive over the crowd of everyone--who I'd also never met before--and had a blast. I just didn't look at those guys and I was ok.

So, after the service was a bit more awkward. I was talking to Carissa, when out of nowhere, Liz tackles Sarah and they barrel over us....UM. Carissa's face = 0.0 We sidled away to talk to Cassandra, and a couple minutes out of nowhere, Liz and Sarah and Carly start yelling my name--I turn around and Liz starts apologizing and laughing like it was a funny joke between friends. I stammered out that it was fine, but in my head I was going "?????????????" And the entire time after that she would act just like we had before anything happened--friends of friends, but not close friends--but completely comfortable with each other. It was definitely not the reaction I expected--I thought that she would be just as cautious of me as I was of her. But I guess she really has NO idea....

And it's weird. Because, yes, there is something in me that would like to be friends with her. It would make things easier with Sarah, maybe we could all hang out together, I don't know. And, at the same time, maybe I would finally be able to break to her what her boyfriend is doing behind her back. But I don't see any way that we could ever really be friends because of Greasy. Maybe, one day, if he is long gone, we can all be friends, and it'll be ok. But as of now, I don't know how on earth I could get rid of the tension. Can we just flush him down the toilet and make him go bye-bye? That, and we aren't really very similar...she needs a healthy dose of reality and maturity, and maybe God will give her that when and if Greasy gets flushed--just as he did with me. And, as of now, she and Greasy have kind of morphed into each other, and I can't be around anyone who emobodies greasiness.

I don't know.

Needless to say, I want to go back, because I actually did have a good time. I'm just real, real confused.

Oh, and my car. Well, I get back to the parking lot to go get it, and all the gates are locked. And my car is not an off-roader. So I'm really thankful the twins were there to get me, becuase if they hadn't been, I might have had to ask Greasy for a ride. And who wants to ride on greasy seats??

Today=class registration finished=hallelujah my schedule is grrreat. Most outstanding feature of my day? I had to pee like seven times this afternoon, which is way too much for any one afternoon. Maybe you didn't need to know that. But it's ok, because nobody reads this anyway...until it gets published, of course....

And I'm about to go to a Christina/Mulan/knitting party. Covenant parties are way too cool.

New hall term = womb. More specifically hysterics, when a woman's womb moves to all parts of her body.

I've been reading through my old xanga, and I was probably one of the most hyper fifteen year olds I've ever known. SO MANY EXCLAMATION POINTS. When I read it, all I can imagine is a small girl sitting at a computer bouncing up and down rapidly. As Michelle said about it last night when I read out my "about me" --- "You were a lot cooler thirteen-year-old than I was." Unfortunately, I was fifteen. Maturity fail.

Song of the day: Replay. Again.