Update on my life

Things have been okay, I guess. Not particularly good, not particularly bad.

I'm using Liz's "submarine" pen that she got from China right now to do my homework. She left it in my room like, a million years ago and the poor thing's neglected. It has cute little jellyfish and chinese characters written all over it. Adorable.

Simultaneously, I am doing laundry. This may sound weird, but I love doing laundry, for a few different reasons. #1 is that I can put on Franz Ferdinand's The Fallen on my mp3 player and totally rock out while I'm doing it ("So they say you're a troubled boy just because you like to destroy all the things that bring the idiots joy. Well, what's wrong with a little destruction?!"). #2, I have a very complex method of transferring my clothes from the washer to the dryer: I pitch them at it. It's too much of a pain to walk back and forth, so I invented my own little game. #3, I know this makes me sound like I have an IQ of 30, but I like watching the clothes swirl around in the washer--it's hypnotic. #4, I looooove the way my clothes smell when hey come out of the dryer. I use special linen water so that they smell like rose and lavender.

The All-American Rejects are coming to UMass! Tickets go on sale tomorrow, so Laurie, Caitlin, and I are all going to get ours. Yay! Yayayayay!

I need to go shopping in the world's worst way. I need new jeans because my old ones (my favorite ones) are too big, and I want some cute boots and sweaters and stuff. I called my mom to ask for money and she suggested that I just get a credit card. I turned down that offer because I don't want to be in a position where I could get myself into debt. So, I guess my parents are just going to keep feeding my bank account so I can use my debit card. I have to admit that I feel guilty taking money from them but I really do need clothes. :(

Liz and I have decided that we're going to get K3 sweatshirts printed at the end of the semester. On the front, they'll say "Welcome to the Bakery" with our pastry names on the back. Our pastry names are as follows:

- "Honey Bun" = Yours truly
- "Cupcake" = Laurie
- "Brownie" = Amy
- "Cookie" = Dani
- "Nanaimo Bar" or just "Nanaimo" = Kate
- "S'more" = Amelia
- "Hamentaschen" = Hannah
- "Sconey" = Janet
- "Sugah Pie" = Liz
- "Muffin" = Ashley
- "Tartlett" = Sawako
- "Danish" = Lia
- "Shortcake" = Frances
- "Dumpling" = Kelly
- "Crumpet" = Caitlin

Speaking of Liz, we had an interesting conversation about marriage. We both came to the conclusion that, if the guy we loved proposed, we would say yes, but postpone nuptuals until we were at least 20 and we wouldn't start a family until we were secure in our career. ... I don't know why I mentioned this at all. I guess the actual conversation was a lot more interesting. Oh right, we also talked about language barrier issues. Like, is it possible to marry someone who doesn't speak your first language very well and you don't speak theirs very well. On this subject, we concluded that it is possible but it would require more effort from both spouses. Yeah, not entertaining. I know.

And lastly, about Liz, she smacked my butt really hard today while we were goofing around. Seriously, ouch.

It's sushi night tomorrow. I'm excited--I've made friends with one of the guys who makes it. A few sushi nights ago, we were waiting in line while they were making it and I noted that the same guy (a student) was there every time we went. So I suggested that we should introduce ourselves, since we get sushi on Mondays and Wednesdays. They were all like "oh, yeah. we totally should" but no one was saying anything, so I took it upon myself. I struck up a conversation with him, learned that his name is Sam, and introduced the rest of my friends. Now I talk to him every time I go to The Oak Room; He's a really nice guy.

That's the end of that story.

I'm obsessed with writing letters right now. So, people, if you get a ton of letters from me in the near future, I apologize for flooding your mailbox. It's just so much fun.

I'm getting breakfast with Kelly and Caitlin tomorrow. I don't usually eat breakfast, but they want me to go so I will. I have to get up earlier and will have less time to prep myself before class, so I'm going to forego blow-drying my hair. What does this mean? If you didn't know, my hair is naturally wavy-curly. Even when I blow-dry it straight, the ends always curl (like, spiraly curls), which I actually like, because people are constantly like "oh my gosh, your hair is so cute! how long did it take you to do that?" Anyway, my hair will be curly tomorrow. Fun.

If I had a million dollars, I'd buy your looooove
If I had a million dollars we wouldn't have to walk to the store
If I had a million dollars we'd take a limousine 'cause it'd cooost more!