Word of the day: anti-friend. This was a term Amy came up with. It means person that you reject on facebook, even though you know them really, REALLY well. It's kind of like an enemy, but not exactly. More like a douchebag ex-boyfriend who facebook creeps you to drive you crazy. ANYWAYS.....

Working out makes me feel more buff. Especially when I burn like, 138 calories before I've actually eaten any that day. It's kind of like having credit, but for food. I could eat 138 calories then and it would count for nothing for the day! Well, ok, so not exactly like that...

There are ladybugs everywhere. We are getting massively swarmed, and they're still coming. Our hall was 80 degrees today, and it's November. Yeah, the ladybugs like that. What is wrong with our air conditioning? I don't know, but it's dumb.

I wish I could sleep as much as my roommate does. But Laura has no time for naps.

RUF sex talk. Real awkward. One of the points on the handout: "Sex is fun! [reference from Song of Solomon]" Ummmm.....I can't have a husband for a few years, thanks. Glad this is stuck in my head now. I think, sometimes, that talking about how you shouldn't have sex almost makes kids want to do it more. Not that I'm going to go out and have sex with somebody soon. But it's like telling somebody NOT to think about a polar bear for one minute. Try it. Fail? Yeah, that's what I thought. Telling kids "DON'T HAVE SEX." is kind of like that...now that they can't do it, it's like that piece of candy your mom wouldn't let you have as a kid, now you just want it more. I think that maybe it's better to tell kids stuff that they can do now that's a lot better than sex with someone you aren't married to. Like, enjoying your singlehood, which is what I'm doing. Sure, scare the crap out of them with warnings about what will happen if they do have sex outside of marriage--tell 'em not to have it. But then tell them what they CAN do that's way more fun.

Math buddies just make Tuesday lunch an exciting experience. There was something Amy said that I really wanted to quote that I forgot...sad day. And grilled chicken was invented to go in salad, this is my conclusion. It's delish.

The Song of Roland is a ridiculous piece of literature. The poem focuses on the gore of war (bahaha...that rhymes..), and the main character faints like sixteen times! Ok, so that was a lie, it's more like three, but still. The dude's a commanding officer, he's a count for goodness sake, and he swoons at death. And who names their kid Roland? It's like a fat joke waiting to happen. Especially if he likes rolls. It's like, "Hey there Rolly Roland! How many rolls you got there? Why don'tcha count 'em for me!" Ok, so that wasn't very funny. You think of a better one. Ooh, what if he fainted and rolled down a hill? OF ROLLS!

I love children's books. Why can't all textbooks be written like children's books? Why can't all of it be a narrative? I'm gonna write a textbook one day, and it's all gonna be a narrative. In fact, I'll make it a math book, just to shake things up. It'll be about a girl named Sue who falls in love with a boy named Geometry, but in order to marry him, she must first figure out all of his rules. It will unlock the dreadful math curse that has been placed upon him. Then they'll live happily ever after, becuase they will never have to do that kind of math again! Hooray!

TANGENT.

The Great Hall gets two thumbs up for their international dinner today. That will be the first two thumbs up I've given them all semester.

I wish that skirts automatically gave you the ability to be a beautiful dancer. Or the ability to fly. Though, that may not be so good because it IS a SKIRT after all.

Glee is officially my favorite show. The end.

Can I never write another paper again? I would prefer this. Papers are really, really gross. Or, could I just write papers like a storybook or a blog? I would also prefer this. But then I may not like writing stories and blogging so much.

I want a dog. And I want all crybaby boys to drop off the side of the mountain, for mine and Diana's sake. Maybe not die, just be ugly enough so that nobody else will ever want to date them. Or at least not for a few years. Ok, actually, I just want them to become butt ugly for a couple years until they are mature enough to date someone and stay faithful--then they can have a girlfriend.

Oh my.

Sond of the day: Anything off the Glee soundtrack. Thanks, roommate.