You know what behooves my day? Scones in the Great Hall. They are the best things the Great Hall makes, this is no lie. And a blueberry scone in the morning is better than cake for breakfast. Or maybe it's the same thing.
I like Icees a lot. Dusty and I used to joke that when I'm a crazy pregnant lady, that's what I'm going to crave 24/7. So I had my first one in months on Sunday, and I realized once again why I love them so much. Except this time I had a wee one--it was about five sips deep, but still worth every penny of the 79 cents I paid for it!
Along with this Icee came Adventures in Odessey and Brian Regan jokes on my ipod. The first half of my drive, I felt my character rapidly improving and the last half I slowly felt it melting back away as I laughed my guts out. "BRIOBRANANININJANANAN!!" *anyways*
At the bottom the mountain, I noticed that Beaulah was making terrible noises. Now, Beaulah's a strong gal--thirteen years old. Hearing her make noises is never a happy ordeal. Because I was so concerned for her happiness and well-being, I woke up before the crack of dawn on the Day of Prayer to take her to Maxi Auto at the bottom of the mountain. That was an interesting experience. First of all, it took them an hour to get her in the garage, even though I was the second person to show up there. Then they couldn't identify the noise and made me come listen (Beaulah was probably just embarrassed). Then they came out and told me a million and one things were wrong and it would cost me over $700--including my headlights, which are fine! I was like umm.....no? So I texted Kurt, who assured me that only one thing needed to be done. The guy in the waiting room next to me was also telling me not to let them rip me off. So I got it down to $330 for the major problem to get fixed (only $88 of that was the actual part...). Then they tell me they don't have the part. Then halfway up the mountain, they call and say they have it. Poor Beaulah is ready to die of embarrassment at this point. Then they say they'll call me when she's done. Then they don't, I had to call right before they closed and they were like "oh yeah, we finished that." Now I'm just hoping they put it in right!....Note to self: get Kurt to take care of all my car problems. Always.
Let's just hope Beaulah doesn't die on the way to Atlanta to visit Grace this weekend.
Monday babysitting was awesome. We made smoothies, watched Disney channel, played with a puppy, and had an Owl City dance party. Their mom actuallly walked in the door as I was belting out Whatcha Say and I was semi-embarrassed.
Today has been interesting. 1) I am majorly sleep-deprived. 2) There are a lot things to do. 3) The 10th of the month is never a great day anyway. It's a reminder of things I like to push out of my mind.
I reread a book from childhood called Trigwater Did It. This is an excellent book. Arnie Goodsmile has a giant green man-lizard friend named Trigwater, and only he can see him. However, he blames everything on Trigwater. I got sad when I read this book because I too, would love to have an imaginary friend named Trigwater with whom I can play and on whom I can blame all my misbehavior. Here is the book:
So, I like my Biology class. But sometimes it's dark, I'm tired, and my brain goes other places. For example, Dr. Morris started talking about toxins in the Tennessee and my mind immediately went to Coolidge park. There, in Coolidge park, I was wearing a dress. Owl city was playing. There were fireflies everywhere. Then there was this boy...6'5", honey blonde hair, huge smile, and tremendous dancing skills. And we were dancing, around and around, bare feet, full moon, soft grass--then BAM! Britney's in my face, upset that we didn't have time to talk about cancer in class.
Speaking of boys, I have made several observations in the last few days. Covenant boys are their own species. For example, on Monday, blonde earring boy from CHOW class was internet shopping for brightly colored pants while we were talking about Voltairre. And today, all the basketball players came in dressed in baggy black with hoods. They were SCARY. Then as a boy was giving a presentation in Doctrine, I began to examine him and make a list of all the qualities of a typical Founders boy, because he was one. To be a typical Founders boy, you must:
Note to self: coffee tastes good for about thirty minutes and then you spend the rest of the day thinking about how your mouth tastes like death and how your teeth are slowly turning yellow.
Today in chapel, we read "The Giving Tree". It is one of the saddest books in the whole world.
Assassins has put the entire campus in an uproar. I'm about ready to smack some of my paranoid friends (just kidding Amy!).
Valentine's Day is coming up. As a rule, all of my holidays until June must one-up the three holidays before them. Last year, I got m&ms with my name on them and watched P.S. I Love You for Valentine's day. This year, I plan to consume my weight in chocolate while snuggling with Jacob and laughing my butt off at some cheesy romantic comedy with the girls on my hall. All this after I go to a Georgia Tech tango birthday party with Grace. This is all part of my new "year of singlehood". I didn't eat most of those m&ms anyway.
I'm relentlessly tired. I'm going to go take a Benadryl and snuggle with Trigwater.
Song of the day numero uno: White Horse
Song of the day numero dos: Shake Your Pom Pom.
Two very different songs.
Speaking of boys, I have made several observations in the last few days. Covenant boys are their own species. For example, on Monday, blonde earring boy from CHOW class was internet shopping for brightly colored pants while we were talking about Voltairre. And today, all the basketball players came in dressed in baggy black with hoods. They were SCARY. Then as a boy was giving a presentation in Doctrine, I began to examine him and make a list of all the qualities of a typical Founders boy, because he was one. To be a typical Founders boy, you must:
- own one pair of black, square glasses, several pairs of brightly colored pants (one of them must be manpris), one pair of tiny shorts, one murse (man-purse) and lots of plaid scarves
- have hair at least three inches long
- walk around in bare feet or really weird shoes.
- have a cocky facial expression with chin slightly upturned
- drink smartwater
- have pierced ears
- not be exceedingly tall (your head may hit the ceiling)
- be clean shaven
Note to self: coffee tastes good for about thirty minutes and then you spend the rest of the day thinking about how your mouth tastes like death and how your teeth are slowly turning yellow.
Today in chapel, we read "The Giving Tree". It is one of the saddest books in the whole world.
Assassins has put the entire campus in an uproar. I'm about ready to smack some of my paranoid friends (just kidding Amy!).
Valentine's Day is coming up. As a rule, all of my holidays until June must one-up the three holidays before them. Last year, I got m&ms with my name on them and watched P.S. I Love You for Valentine's day. This year, I plan to consume my weight in chocolate while snuggling with Jacob and laughing my butt off at some cheesy romantic comedy with the girls on my hall. All this after I go to a Georgia Tech tango birthday party with Grace. This is all part of my new "year of singlehood". I didn't eat most of those m&ms anyway.
I'm relentlessly tired. I'm going to go take a Benadryl and snuggle with Trigwater.
Song of the day numero uno: White Horse
Song of the day numero dos: Shake Your Pom Pom.
Two very different songs.
Laura, you are a talented and entertaining writer! I love reading your objectively observant, enlightening, funny and well-written blog and gettign to know you better through it. Could you please further define "Founder's Boy" for naive, un-hip, dated Me? Fascinating. See you soon! xxoxoox Esty
ReplyDeleteAlso, The Giving Tree is indeed the SADDEST book ever, right? Have you read Dr. Seuss's "I Am NOT Getting Up Today"? Love that one. So NOT sad.
ReplyDeleteI have never read that Dr. Seuss book! Do you have it? I could have the boys read it to me next time :) And no worries, you are not behind the times. A Founders boy is simply a boy who lives in the Founders dorm. Most Founders people are generally somewhat off-the-beaten-path and are a little artsy. The boys in there seem to think they own the campus!
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