Word of the day: food. food, food, food.

Too bad the holidays are almost here.

I love spending time in Winchester. In fact, that's what I did this weekend! My grandaddy is this sweet, adorable old man and I like doing stuff with him, like eating, even if he doesn't say much. Or hear much. And that's ok. Then there's Rachel and Jenny, who are eight and four...? I don't have a favorite (like MOM does because she's convinced that Jenny's named after her), so I just try to play with both equally. They love me. And my camera. Rachel made me pick my favorite fairies out of her book and we shared an ipod in the car, listening to disney music. Jenny made me pretend that she was my dance instructor, and she taught me all about shapes. And then there's the baby turtles. And then there's Jonanne's wonderful healthy food, which, once you've had all of your double portion, isn't so healthy anymore. And then there's the really comfy bed. And then there's the woods. And then there's Hammer's store where you can buy clothes for not as much money. And then there's just being there and it's all great. The end. My weekend was excellent. And fat.

Problem: coming back to homework up to your eyeballs. We had a progressive dinner + dance party when I got back, so I really didn't do a whole lot til like nine. Then I still didn't do a whole lot. I did most of it this afternoon and had to skip a class to do it. Not a bad idea.

Today, I suddenly felt like I belonged in acting class. Mitch automatically assumed that I was auditioning for the next play and got onto me for not doing it. And he was just all around being nice to me today. I did a good job on my monologue. And after, Jacob Corbett asked me if I wanted to do the Crimes of the Heart scene with him, and I had been stressing about finding someone to do it with. I mean, it IS Jacob Corbett, but still. I was like this is wonderful...to be one of the acting kids, but not be weird...ok, well maybe not drama person weird...

AND I made a 96 on my Doctrine test! That's far better than the previous C! I was so excited...Stewart was talking about aliens today. Not really. He was talking about the humanity of Christ. But he said something about aliens, and that's all I remember.

I have a favorite kindergartner, and it makes me feel bad. But Cade is cute, and he listens, and he is an awesome artist.

Matt Trask is my Jacob Black.

Greasy didn't do anything this weekend to bother me, and it was wonderful. But I'm getting really tired of this whole parking-in-Sanderson-accumulating-tickets-but-not-having-any-consequences-thing. Technically, after two tickets, and maybe even a couple more, you're supposed to get a boot. Where is the boot?? Boot her car away!

I don't even want to think about all the work that's due in the next two weeks and the rest of my life. And the internship application that SHOULD be finished by now.

Have you ever elfed yourself? It's super hilarious.

I am annoyed by rude people, but I suppose this is normal.

My roommate is going to bed. I should too.

I DO NOT smell good.

Song of the day: Walking on Sunshine. Lydia and I definitely sang that on the way out of the Great Hall.