Fall--finally.

Last week I invented an automatic cupcake flying machine, but since I didn't blog about it in time, it actually didn't happen and was erased from my memory. That is why blogging gaps are bad.

Word of the day: pumpkin. Sometimes I wish I was one--happy and round and tasty.

I never blogged about the day Kilter happened, so I've decided to do it now. Earlier that day, The Fritz sat in overflow chapel and listened to a sermon on what it means to be a man (which is extremely applicable to my life) which means that I had the manly Mulan song stuck in my head all afternoon. Actual Kilter happened that night, with Kait, Mary Claire, and I all dressed up as sisters with pigtails. First, we couldn't find the creative discovery museum (which is where Kilter was). Then we accidentally got on the interstate. Then we turned around and couldn't find it again. Then we parked several blocks away. Then we trekked all over downtown, fully clad in ridiculous clothes, to find somewhere to eat. Then we made it to the dance--alive.We had a fantastic time.

The next day, the three of us + Lisa went downtown to Coolige, where we got to watch a wedding and show off our terrible football throwing skills. My roommate is a phantom. I missed a ball, and while I unsuspectingly loafed toward it, she suddenly swooped out of nowhere and snatched it up, making me scream in sheer terror. Thank you, phantom roommate. We also discovered that Sweet Cece's froyo is DELICIOUS.

On Sunday, Nachofest happened. Because I'm on Andreas Building Council (and Andreas hosts Nachofest), my whole day pretty much revolved around it. Also, because I live on The Fritz and our theme was "Siesta Fiesta", I wore Cookie Monster pajamas for much of that time. As I ran up and down floors trying to make sure everyone had enough food to serve, I felt a little bit like a waitress and a lot a bit like a silly, sleepy, Sesame Street salsa dancer. How's that for alliteration??

Lisa says this photo kind of sums up our relationship.

Last Monday, I spent the evening laughing my rear off as some boys I babsat told me ridiculous jokes: 

"What's black and white and black and white and black and white and green? Three skunks and a pickle!"

"Knockknockwhosthere??....*silent pause*....haha! I win!"

I started choir at New City, which is a nice way to get involved in the church. Because of this, I also got drafted into helping lead chapel worship on Friday. This is not the kind of thing I normally do. On Friday, we were up on stage and everyone else knew what they were doing while I continually tried to create a balance between dancing to the music and not hitting the microphone with my chin every five seconds. On the upside, I looked really pretty. And God was definitely praised. 

Last weekend, Alyssa, Kait, Lisa, and I all headed up to Lisa's house for fun times. We watched a scary movie on accident (summed up in the words "happy happy space cowboy--BLARGEREHERG!!!!), almost got killed by Lisa on a golf cart, went to a chili cookoff, played five hours of poker, watched a happy movie, went to church, and had a nice quiet time on her back porch. And took a lot of hilarious pictures.

On the downside, I feel like I have lost two good friends this week. First, I lost my GBF Chris. He ended up being a lot different than Morgan and I thought he was, and we both got hurt. Second, I kind of lost Morgan. Shocker, right? I didn't even see this coming. A small disagreement came up, and all of the sudden she unleashed all these things that she had been bottling up for a long time and declared that we don't know each other like we thought we did. I guess she's right. Then she declared a friend break until I grow up. So, this past week, I felt like I went through a second breakup. Yeah, that sucks. I'm also really confused about what this means for our future, because I had all these plans and now they may dissolve. 

And maybe we're both being overdramatic. 

I'll just wait it out, pray about it, and concentrate on the lovely friends that I have here that are in the same stage of life I am.

My roommate has a movie set of Sunrise Earth. It's a bunch of sunrises without any commentary. Last week we watched "Moose in the Morning"--an entire hour of moose, clouds, lake, mountains, ducks, and the sunrise. It was AWESOME.

We had a really bad thunderstorm last week, and a bunch of stupid boys decided that it would be a good idea to go play football and dodge the lightning that was ON the mountain. Idiots. Well, funny idiots.

Today is officially the first day that it feels like fall. Yes: to pretty leaves and cool weather. No: to being closer to cold, miserable winter.

Song of the day that WILL NOT GET OUT OF MY HEAD: Love Like Woe by The Ready Set

I'm always making progress.

So here's the deal. I have all this homework to do, but my mind is in such a frenzy that I can't concentrate on it to save my life, and I need to get ready for bed in 45 minutes. And I haven't blogged in a long time. Gaps in blogs are bad, because when I am 85 years old looking back at my college life, I'm going to go "Oh, what did I do on September 13, 2010?" and then I'll see that I might have done something really important--like solve world hunger or invent remote-controlled men--but been too busy to blog about it and at that point in my life I'll be too old to remember whether or not I actually did it.

On that note, the word of the day is: yikes. It's my new keyphrase. I've said it at least ten times today and I'm starting to annoy myself.

Now we'll make a list of a bunch of random stuff that happened in the last week and a half:

• I figured out that when the clock in the back of the classroom doesn't work and you are too apprehensive to check the time on your cell for fear of being caught, you may glance at the professor's upside-down watch to see if class is even getting close to being over. Most of the time you will be disappointed.
• When I go home and attend high school football games and county fairs, I acquire a country accent. 
• I love my sister. She's the reason I risked acquiring said accent so I could see her play in the high school band. And I had a dream that she got cancer that made me depressed for the rest of that day. 
• I saw a Tool on campus do the Bieber hair flip and I nearly laughed aloud. 
• Last night I served food at a pro-life banquet, met Pam Tebow, and was informed that Tim Tebow is still single. Yay Tim Tebow the famous football player!
• My roommate and I have decided that when we lose one another in Walmart, one of us will simply screech "ca-CAW!" and the other will answer so that we may know each other's location. We have also nicknamed one another Honeylumps and Prickepits--though neither of us is lumpy or prickly.
• I laugh way too easily, usually at the wrong time. 
• I get to do children's art in class on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Yesterday I did a self-portrait. Afterwards, I showed it off to one of my friends and she asked, "Who is that?" Fail.
• Brian Peppers is BAAAACK!
• Lisa brought back Zumba and now I want to constantly shake my hips. She also bought supplies last week to make AWESOME pumpkin crafts. She's the bomb-diggity.
• Enough about my roommate.
• I'm getting old. I have a scheduled bedtime.
• I have started a point system for getting healthier--in other words, I give myself stars for good behavior. I get depressed when I don't make three stars. Today, I will only make one and a half. I'm too lazy to zumba.
• We watched a Star Trek clip in psych class today. 
• Mangoes are DELICIOUS.
• Hold on--I've only been here for three weeks? Say what??
• I miss Uganda--probably because I went to a Kenyan woman's house on Sunday and have had some Africa-food this week. 
• People probably think I'm weird for knitting in chapel. I would think I was weird too if chapel weren't so boring without it. I'm willing to put up with weird if I'm entertained. I forgot it today and ended up staring at some boy rubbing the back of his chair legs for no reason while smelling the bad breath of the person next to me. YIKES. 

Song of the week: Just the Way You Are--B.o.B.

Pam Tebow!!

Random, scary VBS picture from when I was six.

Look how far I've come.

Puerile Silliness

Word of the day: sunburn. I'm hoping I got one, because today is one of the last chances I'll have to make up for the skin-darkening opportunities I missed when I was slathering myself with sunscreen in Uganda.

Second word of the day: puerile. I just discovered this word and I'm not entirely sure how to pronounce it. It means "childish or immature". Quite fitting, actually.

I did a lot of really random, puerile things this week. Let's hop around a bit.

I watched a lot of Gilmore Girls, which is food for my feminine soul. I also watched the Amanda Show and Xena: Warrior Princess (no, I did not spend my money on this--my puerile roommate did and we indulged ourselves in its cheesiness). This makes me sound like a slave to our television. I assure you, I am not. Mostly.

One night Lisa, Kait, and I went out on the veranda and spun around until we were extraordinarily dizzy. Then we went inside and made faces and funny noises at each other--you know, like that farting noises that you made as a kid by blowing onto your palms. I can't believe I was so puerile.

Another night, a group of us were in Target for a very long time. And Blockbuster. And Halloween Express. Speaking of Halloween--dude, I'm ready for it right NOW! Lisa bought a Martha Stewart magazine of all these cool things you can do for Halloween and delicious things you can make. Pumpkin cupcakes? Can I have them now?

I've had really vivid dreams all week. I dreamed that a spider tried to eat my face off. I dreamed that a cult captured me while I was on a tubing vacation and I couldn't escape (but I did share Jesus with someone because I thought we were gonna die! Bonus points!). I dreamed that I died several times. Then we went to the drive-in last night and saw Inception and I didn't WANT to dream after that.

Speaking of the drive-in--guess what we did last night? Yeah. It was fun. Double feature, $5, 2:00 am, yes please.

Unfortunately, Mary Claire, Emily, and I got shafted to the back seat on the way there.

I've had three RAs on campus this weekend. Lydia, the current one, of course. Then Molly came on Friday night. Then Lauren-the-original-Fritz came with high schoolers and invaded the hall all weekend. Man-oh-man. It's like contract-enforcers times THREE. No puerile naughtiness this weekend, girls!

I think I'm in love with Lloyd Dobbler. 

Josiah Meneghini just brought me the brownies he promised back in July. I think everyone should be friends with him. He's made of sunshine.

Covenant has some strange people in it. Example: there is a girl in one of my classes who nicknamed herself  "dragon" in Japanese. On Friday, she came to class with horns on her head. If this metamorphosis continues and she comes to class on Monday with black wings, I will be legitimately frightened. 

My roommate and I are on a hunt for rugs, and it's been unsuccessful so far. We are in dire need of something to cover up this tile. 

I bought two pairs of $3 shoes this week. 

I need babysitting moola to feed my needs. 

Looking down--yes, yes, I am indeed darker. YESS.

Song of the day: Magic---B.o.B