Whoa.

Word of the day: Exams. Let's be honest, exams eat your life. So does cleaning day. So does food, even though you eat it back. I love food. I especially love it when I'm stressed with exams, so here I have a cycle of things eating me and me eating things and it's just vicious.

We have come to the end of the school year and I'm leaving the country in six days. Oh. My. Gawsh.

Feelings now? Um, I'm really tired.

Four out of five exams are over, so I have one left tomorrow that's keeping me from being an official junior. Let's just finish this already. I have no desire to look at any more words for a while. Unfortunately, this summer I will have five books to read and I'll probably be teaching some English. Woohoo words.

The Fritz 2009-2010 is almost over. I'm just numb over this. I don't think I'll fully miss these women til I'm gone, look back, and say "oh no, it's over!" Not that any of them are dying, but Britney's getting married and almost everyone is moving elsewhere. Oh, life. We can never stay in one place for long. We'll be getting ten freshmen next year. That's ten out of sixteen girls. I've decided that I'm writing them a violent list of rules for abiding on the hall. I'll post this list when I come up with it.

Cleaning day was one of the most fantastic days of the week. Lisa and I woke up at 8:30 to go to Krispy Kreme and pick up donuts and coffee for the hall. We danced all the way down and back. Then we spent hours and hours listening to hip hop (well, I kind of forced her to listen to it) and dance/cleaning. This is my version of mopping the floor: spread the soapy stuff around on the floor, slap two wet rags on it, and skate around on the wet rags to the beat of music. It's very effective and you don't get a sore back. That, and you feel a lot sexier doing it. Now the room is all rearranged and it feels weird. Lisa and I have super high beds next to each other and we kind of feel like gurus on a giant Himalayan mountain. When I go to sleep, I feel like the Princess and the Pea. It's high. I don't like it. The walls are bare, too and there is so much dancing room on the floor.

We celebrated the end of cleaning day with some Moe's. Yes, we danced all the way down there too. I pretty much danced the whole day. And, thanks to the video "Peter at the Park", we're all going around saying, "These crusty-crust lips I gawt!" with several variations, like "These kristy kreme donuts I gawt."

Yesterday, I covered myself in Lisa's sparkly temporary tatoos.

The other night, Joel left a cart on our hall. Needless to say, we have a good time on anything that has wheels. Then Laura Main made two hopscotches on the floor with masking tape. We've been getting a lot of exercise lately.

On Sunday night, we played volleyball--on the hall.

I'm obsessed with Chacos.

I get annoyed when girls who don't live here cover our veranda with their barely-clothed bodies. 

My relationship with God has been really great lately. I'm learning a lot about dependency in prayer.

My Ukrainian friend Yana got a facebook today, and we had the most wonderful awkward chat this afternoon.We've been e-mailing over the last couple years and, because we have to send them through computer translators, we have a hard time understanding half of what the other one says.

I have a sticker book with my name on it. Thank you, mom.

I printed out the story today. It is done. 168 pages, dude.

Mr roommate is epic.

Now we are all on the veranda watching Molly paint. And listening to Demetri Martin.

Today is Star Wars day. May the Fourth be with you. It is also my last full day of sophomore year, and my last full day with this hall.

Boo.

Song of the day: Space Cowboy by 'N Sync