"I don't want a lot for Christmas, there is just one thing I need. I don't care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree. I just want you for my own, more than you could ever know. Make my wish come true. All I want for Christmas is you!"

Yeah, it's November and I'm listening to Christmas music. It started in August, actually. Right now, I'm singing along with Mariah. Good thing nobody else is in here right now, b/c they'd probably laugh at me. Then again, I dance around and sing at the top of my lungs on a regular basis. Why should this be any different?

Last night, after much debating about my plans, I saw Radio with Amy, Angie, and a girl named Danielle. Great name. Great movie, too. I cried twice, it was just so good! I'm recommending it to eveyrbody! Go see it! You'l lbe glad you did.

After the movie, we were hungry, as it was about midnight, so we decided to order a pizza. All the pizza places have amazing deals for college students, probably b/c they recognize our lack of funds, and offer stuff at really low prices. When we got to Dominos, the guy working told me he had accidentally just sold our pizza to the cops who were walking out as I was walking in. So, he gave me their pizza instead, which happened to be a large, rather than the medium we ordered, and didn't charge us any more. That was nice of him. PLUS, that meant leftovers to eat in the morning, if we so desired.

While we were eating, Amy and I decided on a whim to go to Indy. So, we left campus at 1:15 to go downtown. She's from Columbus, Ohio, and wanted to see Indy. She didn't want to drive, and I didn't want to take my car, so I drove hers. It was so fun! Definite bonding. As soon as we got downtown, though, it started raining. It had been gross outside all day, but, of course, when we want to do something, it begins to rain. We ended up just driving around so she could see everything. On our way out of town, these guys in a truck next to us kept trying to get our attention. They tried yelling, which didn't work, so they opted for lots of honking. Amy and I just laughed and ignored them. Then, they threw something out of their window and it hit her car! It was really funny, but we still didn't turn to look at them. So that was fun. Getting hit by drunk guys at 2:30 on Halloween is highly overrated. :)

We got back to campus just after 4:30, and I finally slid into bed just after 5. Ah, the college life, what with it's random, spontaneous trips at the wee hours of the mornings. I love that. I wish more people would do things like that with me. Janeen and I made a few sudden trips last year. Once we found ourselves in Ohio.

Today was one of those days when things just don't seem to go right. It wasn't "bad" by any means, but I felt like I just couldn't win. All the things I needed to do, I was unable to. I got to the bank 3 minutes after it closed and they just looked at me as I stood in the doorway. I thought about knocking until they came to the door to personally tell me to go away, but I didn't. And every place I went to get the oil changed in may car was already closed, at 1 on a Saturday afternoon. Who knew?

After all the let-downs and frustrations that seemed to plague me until about 3, my day went well. Andrew and I went to Wal-Mart and I bought a hairdryer and some oil for my car, b/c it was so out it's not even funny. And my blowdryer is dying. I don't especially want to catch my head on fire anytime soon, so I figured it'd be wise to buy a new one. He thought it looked sort of funny walking through Wal-Mart with me carrying a blowdryer and 2 quarts of oil. That sparked a whole fun conversation about me being a mistress, but being the head of the harem so I was allowed to walk beside him through the aisles, not 10 feet behind or something. I don't recall all of it, but we had this whole thing planned to tell the cashier in the freak chance that she asked why I was carrying motor oil and a blowdryer. And he was just going to snap his fingers at me, not ever talking. It would have been fun to tell the chick working that, but, sadly, she didn't ask.

I ate dinner with my parentals, which always beats Baldwin on the weekends. It was good to talk to them about my week, as things were rough. I am being reminded more and more of just how incredibly blessed I am for having the family I have. Like, after I got back from Wal-Mart, Dad and I were outside, putting the oil in my car. He showed me how to check the oil, etc. this summer, but I couldn't remember where the dumb stick was, so he showed me again. Hopefully, I'll remember this time (The stick is hidden, thus my confusion. I'm not that stupid.). I just love spending time with him. That may mean nothing to some of you, but while we were both bending over, looking at the engine, I thought that most of my friends don't have the relationship with their fathers that I do. Nobody else sits down and watches football with their dads. And NOBODY purposefully will watch a Notre Dame game, especially this year. They are so bad. Anyhoo... It's crazy that sometimes people make me feel really inferior because I do have a healthy, working relationship with my parents. I hate it that I feel like I have to apologize for that. Because sometimes I do. Blah!

I guess that's about it. My weekend thus far. Hopefully tomorrow wil be brimming with productivity, as I have lots to do. None of which is sounding very entertaining right now, so I think I am heading down to Amy and Angie's room to play Nintendo. Yay!

Today in Spanish class, we had to perform a rather impromptu skit. We were given a theme and a few minutes to think of something. Jasmine, Betsy Gugala, and I were supposed to be on a date (Yeah, interesting, I know. Betsy opted to be the annoying waitress) and we were to agree on everything we talked about, the ideal match. That is, until we began talking about politics. We were supposed to take opposing viewpoints and realize that our differences were irreconcilable. It was great. I'll give the basic flow of the conversation, in English of course, as not many of you are bilingual. :) It was longer and more detailed. Not too shabby for making it up in 2 minutes:

K: Do you like sports?
J: Sports? No! I hate all sports.
K: Me too! I think sports are from the devil!
B: What? I love playing sports! Football is my favorite.
J: What type of clothing do you like the best?
K: Clothes? I don't think we need to wear clothes. Why can't we be naked all the time?
J: I know! I don't like wearing clothes, either.
B: Me too!! I hate this! (and she starts pulling off her shirt)
K: Wow... What's your favorite movie?
J: I really liked Chicago. It was great.
B: Chicago? No way! My favorite is Muppet's Treasure Island!
K: What? Go away! Chicago, I liked that, too!
J: Good! So, do you like to read?
K: Of course! Right now, I'm reading Wuthering Heights (I really am, by the way. I like it a lot!).
J: Yeah? I like to read the classics, too!
B: Well, I like to read comics. But only if there are no words. I like to look at pictures, not read.
K: Great! So, what do you think about the political system of our country?
J: I hate it! I think I am more of an anarchist?
K: WHAT?! ANARCHY?! No!! I am a communist! I don't think we are going to work out!!
J: COMMUNIST?! What's wrong with you?
B: Anarchy? COmmunism!! You are both very, vey rbad people! You are not Republicans?? Get out of my restaurant!!
At that point, we walked out, content to never talk to each other again.

I love stupid skits like that. Last year, Melissa, Janeen and I usually made ours pretty interesting. Once, Melissa was an alcoholic in denial and Janeen brought her to me for counseling. Apparently, she had run over one of their friends with her car while intoxicated. She claimed to have been listening to Enrique Iglesias, "You know how I get when I listen to Enrique!" And one time, Janeen was a racist and shouted, "If you can't speak our language, then stay out of our country!!" I say, if you can't have fun with a skit for Spanish class, what can you have fun with?

I am so incredibly bored. I wish there was someone to talk to. Alas, all of my friends are in bed, and it's only 2. Well, Jenn is getting ready for bed, and Brittany is still downstairs, and everyone else retired long ago. Nobody is online to chat with, so, I am turning to you, my dear sweet blog, to keep me company.

Today was alright. I didn't feel well when I woke up, I was actually afraid of puking everywhere, so I didn't move around a whole lot. I finished my homework for my writing class, then finished me Spanish. I don't know why I didn't complete it last night; I think I was just lazy and put it off for the hour that I have free before my writing class. I also had to take a shower in that time today, so I was rushed. Me? Run behind? Never!

In Spanish today, we talked about abortions, legalizing marijuana, politics, and the church. It was interesting. There are just 10 girls in the class, plus the teacher, so it's pretty open and we all feel relatively free to share our opinions. I was taken back by the girls on the topic of abortion, though. I just assumed that everyone would be in agreement that abortions are wrong, but no. Half of the class believes that there are certain cases where abortions are legitimate ways of handling a pregnancy. My viewpoint is certainly not the same as theirs: abortions are one thing I DO have a firm belief about. I won't go into much of this right now, paritally because I am tired and this discussion might rile me up and then I'd never get to sleep tonight. I do think, though, that if the medical world doesn't view the unborn baby as a baby until it is born (hence, the words "zygote," "fetus," etc.), then maybe Christians should find a different platform from which they take their stands. Simply shouting "Abortion is Murder!" isn't going to win many more debates. It makes sense that an abortion is not viewed as a "murder" if, medically speaking, it is not a "baby," but a fetus not fully human until borth, when it has a personality of its own. Maybe we should re-think our tactics a little. Or is that just me?

Also, I don't understand how a person can kill a pregnant woman and be tried for Double Murder, and I am puzzled to all ends about how a pregnant woman taking illegal drugs can be charged with giving illegal narcotics to a minor. But again, maybe that's just me? Seems like there is a pretty definite double standard going on here, and I don't like that. Ok, I lied when I said I wasn't going to go into this debate. Sue me, it's my blog! :) And I totally realize the sensitivity of this topic. I don't want to step on anybody's toes or anything. But I'm also not going to sit on my hands and not say anything. I cannot imagine the pressure one is under when she finds she is pregnant, especially out of wedlock. Yikes. Unless it is the antichrist or something equally as weird, I don't think I'll find myself in that predicament. I'll be sure to post about that if it happens, though.

Speaking of the antichrist... I think I posted about this last school year. I decided one night, while talking to Janeen, that if I was ever going to make a made-for-television movie, I'd call it "Bringing Up Antichrist: A Mother's Story." And then I'd sell it to Lifetime and make millions off of it. Maybe.

I suppose I should head to bed soon. It's 2:15.

More good-looking non-dark haired, dark eyed guys. Many thanks to everyone who contributed to this list. It was hard to come up with people.

Rob Lowe (He's cute, but I don't think he's "hot." Dark hair, but his eyes are blueish, so he counts.)
Charlie Hunnam (He played opposite Katie Holmes in 2002's Abandon, which is actually a pretty good flick. But mother, he was way too hot for his own good. He was also in Nicholas Nickleby, but I never saw that, so I can't vouch for his abundant hotness in that.)
Nick Lachey
Keith Urban (Yep. AND, he can sing and play the guitar. Winning combination)

Keep 'em coming!

Sometimes, I see things, and once I see them, I cannot stop looking at them. That happened today. My friend Eric sat in front of me in my theology class, and he wore a hat most of the class. When he took it off, however, I noticed what looked like a potato chip stuck in his hair. And then, once I saw it, I couldn't stop looking at it. I really wanted to reach out and pick it out of his hair, but Dr. Bounds was in the middle of an amazing lecture (that I couldn't concentrate on. Stupid chip-like object in Eric's hair!) and I was afraid Eric would jump or make some loud, unexpected noise if I suddenly buried my hands in his hair. I know that if someone unexpectedly started groping through my hair, I'd attract unnecessary attention to the situation. So, I didn't. But I pointed it out to Amy, who looked at it a few times, too. I waited until after class to tell him. I figured that was best.

This same type of thing happened to me in high school. There was a guy named Jason who had some weird growth of some sort on his neck. He never told anybody what it was, not even his girlfriend. So, we all speculated about the nasty thing on his neck that would come and go. It was disgusting, and I know he was self-conscious about it. We weren't really friends, so I wasn't subjected to it often. I would, on occasion, be walking through the hallway talking ot a friend and I'd look up, and there the...thing... would be, just a few feet infront of me, begging me to lok at it. It'd hold my gaze the entire rest of the walk, until either it turned into a classroom, or I did. To this day, I still don't know what it was, but it would be worse somedays. Occasionally, he'd put a big bandaid over it. But we all knew what lie hidden under the bandage. There was no fooling us. I wish I oculd describe it, but I can't. It was just gross. And once I'd inadvertently look at it, I was unable to divert my glance. It was captivating. Incredibly gross and scary, but it held my attention. I'd constantly say, "I can't stop looking at it!" so one of my friends would try and distract me. They were/are so good to me. I love you all.

Enough about things that hold my attention. I'm really not that simple-minded, I swear. At least, I don't think I am. I might be wrong. Easily entertained, but not so simple-minded.

Tonight, Amy, Angie, and I went to Wal-Mart. I really didn't need to go, but they asked me to, so I did. Who turns down a chance to get off campus, even if it is just to Wally World, aka IWU West? It was so cold outside. Amy's windows were frosted, and she didn't have a scraper. So, being the friend that I am, I got out of the car and scraped her windwo with my shirt sleeve. I know, I am awesome. I do what I can (AND, I'm humble. Mwahaha.). I hadn't planned on it being as cold as it was, so I just wore a romper, not my coat (Rompers, by the way, are also called hoodies. Zip-up hooded sweatshirts. I prefer "Romper." It's more fun. Plus, I love saying "romp around" and rompers are perfect for doing that in.). Mistake. But suprisingly, my sleeve dried relatively quickly. Good thing, too, because nobody likes having cold wrists.

Something I learned the hard way today: when one's alarm clock is a radio/CD player/alarm clock, and one sets the alarm to CD mode, it is usually best when one actually has a CD in that it can play. Because, if not, no alarm will sound, as there is nothing to play. So, I've had this alarm clock for almost a year and I forgot that I took out the CD that I had been waking up to lately to play in a different stereo. And I didn't put another one back in. So, in my tiredness last night, I didn't even think about it and set my alarm for 8:45. I had planned on going to church at 10... No, I woke up at 10:49. Oops.

Sundays are usually pretty boring around here; not much happens. Baldwin is horrible on Sundays, and since it is open to the public for Sunday lunch, students aren't supposed to wear jeans, which means that you have to look halfway decent to show up to eat. Wildcat isn't open until later. So, if you are a slacker and don't get out of bed, you have to make yourself presentable before being allowed in the dining hall. Kinda stupid to me. Heaven forbod the God-fearing church-goes of the community see a college student in their usual attire: jeans and a t-shirt. Is it just me, or does this rule sound superficial?

I went to YWAV tonight to perform a drama. It was some skit I did back in my glory days of Kingdom Klowns. That was a while ago, like, 7th-10th grades. I didn't want to go at all, and the fact that I was told I was performing it made me want to go even less. Nobody even asked me if I wanted to, let alone if I'd be coming home this weekend. I guess it was just assumed. Oh well. I'm glad I went. It was a really good night.

I was talking to Megan in my brother's room today before church and out of nowhere, she said that she wanted cake. So, we went to Marsh and bought a small 2-person cake (white, with white icing, of course. No chocolate para mi) and 2 milk chugs (skim, as usual). After YWAV, there was the café, so we ate our cake and drank our milk then. It was fun. Pretty random thing to do, hey let's go but a cake. We didn't eat the whole thing, maybe 1/2? It was good, but I probably would have thrown up had I eaten much more. And I drank my milk with ice, like I always do, and got made fun of by John and Nick. Hey! I like my ice cold skim milk, thank you very much! I can't drink it if it doesn't have ice. It just seems really warm, even if it isn't. My children will drink their milk with ice. Definitely. So that was fun.

I ended up bringing Megan back to school with me, she didn't want to wait for Kalee. I love hanging out with her. She is just great. It's always great when I get to chat with her. She's a very good listener, and just so encouraging! Fellas, she is single, too. Look her up! Ha ha ha.

There's something about guys with dark hair and dark eyes that I find incredibly attractive. There, I said it. A few of my friends know this, but now it is out in the open. However, this does not, I repeat, DOES NOT mean that I am attracted to every guy show happens to have been born with dark brown hair and brown eyes. It's just something that I've noticed about myself: a majority of the guys I have found to be exceptionally good-looking all look relatively the same. Is that weird? Not that I don't think people who don't have dark hair and eyes aren't attractive. There are some stinking hot people out there without them. I'll make a list of hottiepants' (hottiepantses? Whatever. Oh, and these will be all famous people, nobody I know. That'd be weird.) who do NOT have dark hair and eyes:

Zach Morris (dark eyes, but blonde hair. And I know his name is Mark-Paul, but he will forever be "Preppy" to me.)
Paul Walker
Matthew McConaughey
"Hot Guy" (Ok, I lied. I know him. But this list would just be incomplete without him on it. And I can't lie to myself. Medium brown hair and hazel-brown eyes. Yum.)
Brad Pitt, but only in Ocean's Eleven
Ty Pennington
Justin Timberlake
(Ok, at this point, I have reverted to getting the opinions of some friends, as I am having a hard time. I keep thinking of people I think are good-looking, but they all have dark hair!!)
Brett Michaels, back in the day.
Sting. Nice older man.
Leif Garret, also back in the day.
David Cassidy (His eyes were bluish, right?)
Michael Ealy (He definitely has dark hair, but his eyes are blue. And VERY hot. Love me tender.)
Legolas Greenleaf (HELLO?! Yeah, Orlando is a dang hottiepants, but he can definitely pull off the blonde hair/blue eye combo quite nicely.)

Maybe I'll think more about it and post a few more. I had a hard time, actually. Seriously, everyone I thought of as potentially list-worthy didn't count, due to the dark hair/dark eye bit. Anybody else? Let me know, and I'll comment on it.