Oops I did it again.

I published my last one without adding anything else then realized that I had much more to say on other topics. I don't like adding things later, so I'm just writing another one. And only two minutes later or something. I'm pathetically lazy. Okay, not lazy, just weird. I mean, how hard is it to click on the "edit posts" button as opposed to the "create" button? Weird weird. And I guess they are called links, not buttons. Because you don't click a button, you click a link. You push a button. And you can't push something that's on a computer screen unless it's a touch-screen. Which mine is not. It sure would be fun if it were, though. I've always loved touch-screens.

Now I don't even remember what else I was going to write. I'll just sit here a minute and think.

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Okay. I was going to say stuff about my week and weekend and day and stuff because I haven't in a while. I've been watching lots of movies and watching people play the game Risk. I like doing that. We went to the grocery store on Sunday night. That was fun. Before that, oh okay, so on Saturday I watched the Carolina basketball game and cried my eyes out when we lost to Miami. Figuratively. Figuratively crying, not figuratively losing. Too bad it wasn't switched. I'd rather cry than lose. But I guess that's a dumb thing to compare since crying and losing are pretty much unrelated. Anyway, I watched the Duke-Clemson game for a while after that as I did some homework. Yes, I'm choosing to do homework this semester. Not that I didn't choose to last semester, but I just didn't have any. I've already gone over this, kids. So I was doing homework. Stuart and Sarah came in around 4:55 and asked me if I had the Skins-Seahawks game on, and I thought it was about 3:55, so I didn't have it on. My watch doesn't have tick marks or numbers or anything so sometimes I think it's an hour different from what the time really is.

I'm starting a new paragraph because I feel like it. So they came in and asked me if I wanted to go to Cosmic, and I did. We went and Piran--Hey, I've already gone over this, too, I think. Um...never mind that stuff I guess. Well now I have to figure out where I left off. Darn. Hold up--

Okay, I guess I left off at the Panthers game. So I watched the Panthers game. I watched it in our room with some people, then at halftime Stuart, Craig, Leo, Piran and I booked it hardcore to Applebee's in Craig's car. We got there just in time to watch the kickoff of the second half. By the way, Stuart is a Bears fan, so we had been talking junk to each other for weeks. Maybe just one week, since that's how long we had known that the Bears and Panthers would be playing each other. But actually I don't know. Whatever. Anyway, we'd been talking junk. We talked junk throughout the entire game and everyone else was way less into it than we were, but they were still into it, so that was fun. I was a little worried people (aka cute guys within my age range) would think I was a lesbian. I mean, I was watching football very intently and talking junk and hanging out with four guys. No girls. And I had a whole "cowboy burger." Not a cowgirl burger. A cowBOY burger. Not that that means anything at all, actually it means nothing, but still, that implies that it's huge and manly and stuff. And I ate all of it. Plus I said that Jake Delhomme and Steve Smith love each other because Jake knows Steve will always be there and he can always count on him to make big plays, and Stuart was like, man, I wish we had homosexual lovers on the Bears so we could have lots of completions, too. And he made some dumb joke (really joking--he has nothing against homosexuals--he's not a homophobe or anything) about Jake and Steve being gay, and I was like, Stuart, what do you have against gay people? Huh? Is there something wrong with being homosexual? We were all just joking around, and then I thought, oh shoot, I just completely reinforced any ideas people may have about me being a lesbian. Darn. Now all my chances with these cute guys within my age range are shot. Darn. But it was okay. I mean, I know I'm not homosexual, my friends know I'm not homosexual, I'm not homosexual. Far from it. And so it's all good. The Panthers won, by the way. Hooray hooray hooray. And a good time was had by all, even Stuart.

Ummmm I already said we went to Good Shepherd.

Monday Monday, laa laaaa, laa la laa laaa. The a's correspond to how many beats the "la" is sung. It should be right. Jennica and I got up at one. Sorry, I know, bad sleeping habits. We were tired, though. We watched Dr. G, some autopsy television show, all day. Really all day. We did homework at the same time, but it took us forever since we were so engrossed by the autopsy show. It didn't show any nastiness, just dramatizations and angled shots and stuff I could bear to watch. Seriously, the only time we turned off the television was to go to dinner, and we immediately turned it back on for some more autopsies when we got back. There was one episode about people being burned, and the medical examiner said it smelled like burned barbeque. Jennica and I were like, eew, that's gross, I want some barbeque, dude. We thought it was pretty weird that the burned people made us want barbeque. Gross. So we watched one episode when we got home, and then after having a whole day of this show, the stupid Discovery Health channel switched up the shows on us. We had to watch some show about fat families losing weight together. Ugh. I got mad at the dumb father who was a pansy. Totally weak. He couldn't resist anything at all. It was obnoxious. Clay kept accidentally calling Latinos "Asians." He'd be like, man, those Asians need to lose weight. But they were Latinos. It was kind of odd. We were only referring to them by race, by the way, because the other family's last name was White, and we thought it was way funny whenever they talked about the White family. Like white people. For instance, the dad said, if the Whites can do it, anybody can do it. And that was funny. Then we watched some VH1 for a while. That was fun too.

My eyes hurt from the strain of trying to look at a computer screen when the screen is on my lap and I'm lying down while typing. So I'm looking very very down, and I guess my eyes aren't used to that. Today I went to class. It was okay. I only went to two classes. Well, I mean, I only have two classes anyway. I didn't skip or anything. After class I went and sat outside until Alexandra got out of her class. We went to Alpine and hung out after that. I ate a bagel and had some tea, and she had some tea. We sat outside for an hour and a half or something. Ha, today my Alpine friend (the other one is gone just about for sure--I haven't seen him since probably three weeks before the end of last semester, and I go often) told me I was his special customer. I told him he was my special Alpine friend. He was like, yeah you always come to me and i thought to myself, it's because you always point to me and call me over before anyone else gets a chance to say next. But instead I said jokingly, yeah, well I only go to you every time because you make good food. No other reason. I think he knew I was joking. Alexandra said he looked like he wasn't sure, but frankly, if he just thinks about how I act normally, he should know that I was joking. I mean for real, who would go to the same cool person every time not because they're cool, but because they make good food. Come on, kiddo. His name is Santiago, by the way. I found that out the other day. I said, like Benito Santiago? He had no clue. He looked at me like, huh? I said, Benito Santiago was a catcher for the Chicago Cubs for a couple of years back a while ago. He just looked at this other guy who works there and said to me, sorry, I don't know. I always think of him as Sebastien for some reason. Don't know why. So Alexandra and I hung out and then went back to our dorms. We're going to do French homework together even though she is in French 3 and I'm in lowly French 1. And then I have class at six.

Au revoir!