It's 2:30. I am awake and still going strong. If I didn't have a big weekend ahead of me, I'd consider pulling an all nighter. I don't have a reason to, other than I am not tired. I don't have a reason not to, for that matter. We'll see.

Tonight, we mastered the oh-so-cool t-shirt head wrap look. I was inspired to try it after watching Barbershop for the 5th or 6th time (if you haven't already seen it, do. It's funny). In the very beginning, Calvin (Ice Cube) is in his basement messing around with some recording stuff and he has a white t-shirt wrapped into a bun on his head. I fell in love instantly. And then tonight, I watched Save The Last Dance for the first time and Julia Stiles had one on the firsttime she went to the club. Again, I was covetous. So, we tried it. It took a few failed attempts, but the we wisened up and tried a long-sleeved t-shirt. Yep, that's the way to go. It was great. I wore one for a long time. I made one for Brittany, but it didn't look so good on her. Her face looked kind of funny with it on: cancer survivor-ish, to be exact. Her words, not mine. And then Janeen came over at 12 (and left 3 minutes ago) to see it, so I made one for her too. It looked better on her. We'll see how well received it is when I wear one to class. I'll post about how that goes. I thought about wearing one to YWAV, but I haven't made up my mind yet.

More possible names for inductees to the Nudey Kingdom! Woo hoo! Many, many thanks to Heather and Kalee, without whom, I would not have laughed much last night. They said some pretty stinking funny ones, but if I were to write them all out, you'd think us to be massive perverts.

Lady in the Buff
Trojan Man (he's a warrior guy, not a Knight)
Sir Crack (his son, Butt Cracka is the fat little kid you see at swimming pools whose shorts are never high enough. Yeah, that's his name.)
Sir PE
Lady Lotsavagina

There are lots more like the last 2 (anybody know what PE stands for? One hint: he leads only to disappointment), but for the sake of keeping my blog relatively PG-13ish, I'll omit them. Ask me if you really want to know. Also, if anybody has ideas for more inductee names, send them my way. I promise to give you props for them!!

I got to use my late key for the first time on Tuesday night. Woo hoo for being an upperclassman. IWU has the freshman curfew rule, so upperclassmen get keys (in my dorm's case, it is your ID card that you swipe and the door will unlock. Newfangled technology. It didn't work until this past week....). Angie, Amy, Janeen, and I went to Taco Bell at midnight, just becuase I hadn't gotten to use my late key yet. That was the same night my warning level got up to 100%. I have wonderful friends. :( Janeen and I sat outside on a wall and chatted until about 1. I've missed hanging out with her late at night. We were so dumb last year, I have the pictures to prove for it. My goal is to marry Janeen off by the time we graduate. Her goal is, and I quote her on this: "I just want to have one boyfriend by the time I am 30!" She's great. Hopefully, she won't hate me for writing that. I can hear her now... Conan! Keenan Daniel (That's my "boy" name)!! Oh well. Sorry, J-mo!

ANYHOO...

This upcoming weekend should be good. FNL on Friday! WOO HOO!!!! I hope Dave Wingfield is there. That'd complete my year. I miss you, FNl Director. Sigh.

I am going home on Saturday to go to Josh Tarrh's wedding, which is so great. He is one guy that I have always wanted to see married. I think I met him when I was in 7th grade. He was a senior in HS then, I think. So yeah, yet another wedding.

Mom asked me to go to a family thing with her on Saturday. I used to go with her to those all the time, but I haven't for the past few years. Her side had their actual reunion 2 weekends ago, and I turned down her offer to go. It's depressing: only 4 of the original 15 brothers and sisters are still alive. They are all so old! But they can be fun. I would be willing to bet money, though, on what they say to me. First, they'll call me "Little Jenny." They have my entire life, b/c I guess I look a lot like my mom did when she was younger. Not as much anymore, but as a kid I did. They'll ask me if I have a boyfriend yet, and if not, why not. I'll be forced to apologize for being such a "late bloomer" b/c I am not married by age 19. Just call me spinster Keenan? Ha ha ha. They'll ask me where I got my curly hair from and if it is naturally curly, and then they'll ask me why my brother and sister didn't come and how they are doing. And then after that, I won't know what else to talk about. I wish I was better at making small talk: they ARE my family for crying out loud. It's not a problem with the Pruett side, I can talk to them for hours. I am a lot more like them, though. Stupid inherent shyness. I get that from my dad, how weird is that? My DAD?! Yep. Super shy in unfamiliar territory.

Sunday I am going to OBC/CCC for the 2nd time since school started. I hear a rumor that Stroup and Andrew Currie will be in town? I hope so! Sunday night = YWAV, also for the 2nd time. I'm looking forward to that. You can find me in the middle section, front row, second seat from the left. :)

Arnold Schwartzenegger = Governor of California? Wow, that just makes me laugh. Cue the stupid one-liners.

Today was pretty good. I woke up at 10:30, which means that I missed my World Lit class. Again. I'm not too concerned about it. I have woken up feeling pretty gross the past week. Brittany is sick, too. She went to the Health Center today and the nurse told her she thinks she might have mono. Oh joy, I said, a roommate with mono. But she went back to see the Nurse Practicioner and SHE said she couldn't tell about mono yet, but it might be either anemia or a thyroid problem. Brittany has to go back on Tuesday to get bloodwork and lots of cultures done. I threatened to quarantine her to the closet, but when I realized that all of my clothes were in there, I decided against it. I'm thinking maybe the study lounge on our floor. It has a lot going for it:

Windows, which provide natural light, as opposed to the closet which only has a light fixture on the ceiling.
A couch
Tables
Arm chairs
Lots of space to walk around in
Plug-ins. Yay for electric possiblities
Walls of glass so I can keep an eye on her.
Good places to hang caution tape
Ventilation
Mini blinds

I'd even volunteer to move my Legolas standup down there to keep her company. I'd bring her meals (while wearing a face mask, of course) and tuck her into bed. I haven't told her any of this yet. Well, I told her about the closet, but nothing else. Oh, and today we were eating lunch outside and I was drinking my cherry coke, like nothing was wrong. Then it hit me: that wasn't MY cherry coke. It was hers. Dang it!! If it's anemia or whatever, I am in no real danger. If I get sicker, I'll be sure to post about it.

Heather and I (Nudey Royals Extraordinairre) decided that, in order to allow more people into the perstigious Nudey Kingdom, we'd have to resort to Naked Knighting. I know, you are probably thinking, "What the heck are these weirdos talking about?" Allow me to clarify.

It all started last spring. I sometimes end sentences by saying "naked." It can really spice up conversation. I'm not sure how, exactly, we gave each other names such a Nudey Queen and Princess Nudey, but one day that happened. I, being the younger of the two, was dubbed Princess. So that's what Heather calls me now. Either that or Bean. Whatever.

We made a list of possible other Nudey Royal names. Here they are. The ones toward the end are stretching it a bit, I admit. Bear with me. Or should I say "bare" with me? :)

Sir Nudey
Sir Without Clothing
Sir Birthday Suit
Sir Desnudo
Sir Skin Only
Lady of the Buff
Lady of Nakedness
Lady Sin Ropa
Sir Disrobed
Sir in Puris Naturalibus
Lady a Las Nadas
Lady of the Starkness
Lady in the Glory
Sir Uncovered
Sir Stripped
Sir Exposed
Lady Unaided by Clothing
Lady Explicit
Lady Unsupported
Lady of the Unclad
Lady Leafless
Leafless Eve (she is the peasant girl)
Sir Unsheathed
Lady Bareback
Sir Au Naturel
Sir Bareness
Maiden of the Sheer
Sir Nalga
Sir Nalga Desnuda
Lady Pompas
Sir Stark
Sir Streaker
Lady of the Flash
Lady in the Flesh
Sir Nothing Under the Trenchcoat
Sir Right out of the Shower
Lady of the Muff/Muffin
Sir and Lady Muffet
Sir and Lady Commando
Lady Cellulite
Lady Dimples
Lady Jiggles
Lady Sags
Sir Littleton
Sir Not Blessed
Sir Grande (a.k.a. "El Rey")
Lady of the Night
Lady Hussy
Sir Moon
Lady Free For All

I think I got them all.

I'm not sure why my last post got published 4 times. That's odd. Maybe by the time you read this, the three excessive entries will have been taken care of. Maybe not.

I love it when, on those rare, rare occasions, I will study my butt off for a test and then, when I take it, feel like I know nothing about the material. Actually, I lied. I hate that SO MUCH. But, luckily, the two tests I took today were not like that. I am fairly confident about both of them. I studied for my theology exam for close to 5 hours yesterday. If any of you know me well, you are probably saying, "Dang! Keenan studied? For 5 hours? What has gotten into her?!" Well, folks, the harsh reality is that, sadly, I have come to a point where I need to study to do well. Last year, this was not the case at all. This semester is kicking my butt, but it is a good thing. I need this swift kick in the pants. My world literature exam, which I did NOT study for 5 hours for (Maybe 1. Maybe.) went well, too. Had I actually read all of Augustine's _Confessions_ I would have been able to answer one of the essay questions correctly, instead of just making it up. But hey, essay questions aren't too bad b/c you can usually BS (pardon my language) your way through them. I do.

More documenting has taken place. Last night we filmed a dance party and Megan busted in, screaming at us to turn down the music as it was Quiet Hours, then yelled at us for dancing in the first place, saying, "Didn't you guys sign a contract?!" It was great. Also, we went to Amy and Angie's room to drop off Amy's notes that I had borrowed and videotaped Angie sleeping. I stood on a chair to get a good view (she's on top bunk) and held the camera 2 feet away from her face, if that. She woke up, scared to death. It was great. I'm sure she'll like watching that. I felt really bad that we woke her up, but it's a lot more exciting than just a few seconds of her snoozing away.

I was given a site to read. Just thought I'd pass it along:

http://www.changethatsrightnow.com/problem_detail.asp?PhobiaID=1645&SDID=5674

Thanks, Drewbie. I am a wuzah... :)