I got sick today and missed my Spanish class. I ended up taking a 3 hour nap, which must have been straight from Heaven, because it was wonderful. I planned on going to the Health Center to get my absence excused (as it has to be done onthe day of the absence. Makes sense.), but as I was literally walking out the door, I remembered (thanks to Janeen) that it closed early. I looked online. Yeah, it closes at 3:30. It was 3:27. What the heck? What good is a health clinic that is closed before half the days classes are over? Grr! Oh well, I guess.

I almost fell on the ice today, right outside of the Student Center. I was alone, so nobody was there to see it. Luckily, I regained my balance and didn't wipe out. It would have been really funny if I would have, but it's usually best when someone else is with you or sees it happening. Sure, it's more embarrassing, but at least you're not laughing by yourself. Also, people will be more likely to believe you if there was a witness. I suppose that a good bruise would be proof enough of the accident, but if you are like me, you never seem to get bruises when you get hurt. I HATE that!

Sometimes, I have really interesting dreams. I had one today while I was napping. I don't remember all of it, but what I do remember was pretty crazy. There was a thing for high school students in the Student Center, and all the guys were dressed up like knights and the girls were the damsels in distress. The girls were all wearing pretty, flowing dresses. My brother was there, wearing an outfit that I SWEAR I have seen somewhere before. Some college people were there, too, as helpers or something. They were all dressed up really crazily. Anna Miretti was there, wearing a bright purple dress that had a fishbowl attached to the front of it. I was a helper, too, and I was at a booth with Dr. Williams, except he was about 90. I was supposed to teach him how to eat Pixy Stix and AirHeads. Weird? Yes. He kept almost falling off of his chair, which scared me every time he leaned over.

I'll never cease to be amazed at the thoughts that go through my head, either. Today, I had a good train of thought about how glad I am that Francis Bacon finally stood up and told people, in a sense, to get over Aristotle. No doubt, Aristotle had some pretty amazing stuff to say and it's safe to say he was before his time on a few things, but he was wrong a lot of the time. Bacon's _Novum Organum_ (1620-ish) led to some unrest, I'm sure. After Thomas Aquinas used Aristotle's framework and categories for his famous work that forever wed Aristotlian science and Christian theology (I can't think of the name of it right now. I had it earlier, when this thought process was actually occuring.), it was practically heresy to challenge Aristotle. So, thank you, Francis Bacon, for recognizing the death grip Aristotle (more, the grip his followers, etc) had on science and the hindrance some of his theories were to scientific progression. I suppose, though, that I am incredibly biased because I am (we are, that is) capable of looking on the past and seeing the error in that thinking. Dang this presentism (the tendency to judge past concerns and circumstances by the standards of our age.)! Just something I thought about today...

I don't know why I started thinking about that earlier. I think it was something to do with the power of influence and the major thinkers of the past and how they still impact us today. Does that make me a nerd? Probably. Maybe I should just change my major to history education or something. Or maybe I should just stick with what I am and be happy with it.

Another good day! You know that when His Hands performs in chapel, you're in for a treat. Hahaha. But seriously, it is really neat to watch, and it inspires me to pick up sign language. I bought a book at a flea market in Minnesota last summer, but I think I have managed to lose it since then. That's sad, I had begun to learn some stuff. But seeing as I don't plan on not talking for the rest of my life, I guess it isn't vital that I learn. I'd just like to be able to sign when needed. And Brittany and I already make up motions to lots of songs (Hello! The entire Carry Away album by the Shanes has motions. Amazing, I must say.) so it'd be even better if we were actually doing something real. We'll see.

I know I'm stating the obvious with this, but I'm going to say it anyway. It's so cold outside! I wore a pair of brown polyester (My two best friends: Polly and Esther. Hehe) pants today, and I've decided that jeans are MUCH better for cold weather. As comfy as these pants are, I might as well have been walking around without any pants on at all. Ok, so maybe that was an overstatement, but still... my legs froze outside today.

I took a take-home psychology test today. That's always fun. Good thing it was take-home, because I don't know how well I would have done if we had to take it in class. Let's just say that I wasn't as prepared as I should have been. Bad me. Thank goodness for open-book exams!

Angie, Noz, and I went to Wal-mart tonight. We were waiting in line to check out, and the guy behind us kept talking to us. It was fun. I originally thought maybe he was a little crazy, because he was buying napkins. What's wrong with that, you might ask, everybody buys napkins! Yes, this is true, but not everybody buys SIX ECONOMY SIZED PACKAGES AT ONE TIME!! We're talking thousands of napkins here, folks! He said that he stocks up a few times a year and keeps them in the cabinets in his garage, because he has "cabinets going every which way." Besides the napkins, he bought one TV dinner and one frozen pizza. He showed us pictures of his granddaughters (who were very cute. We told him so) then proceeded to give us the measurements of his driveway. I live talking to people. They're so interesting.

I highlighted Angie's hair tonight. Oh man, it looks SO cute! I was, and still am, very proud of myself. It might be the best dye job I've done. Ever. I have been thinking of doing my hair sometime soon. Maybe a few red streaks, but we'll wait and see. I'm not a gung-ho as I was last time. Anyhoo, Angie's head looks great. Everybody make sure you tell her so! :)

I had another RA interview today, this time with Kem Hall, which is where I am currently living. This interview stuff is becoming a piece of cake. It went really well, actually. I feel pretty good about it, but who knows. I think I have decided that I'd rather be an RA in this dorm than in Evans. But we'll see. I'll find out on the 13th. I have my 3rd and final interview on Friday at 1.

I'll end with a quote that I've found myself repeating in my head over the past few days. I found it in Addy's profile.

"Nothing is worth more than this day." - Goethe

I wrote it down and stuck it on the mirror on the closet door. Good reminder.

Today was absolutely FABULOUS! I loved (almost) every minute of it!

I woke up at 8, which is about 1/2 hour earlier than usual, depending on what day of the week it is. I had planned on getting ready quickly then heading to Wildcat and McConn to do some last-minute cramming before my developmental psychology test. However, I don't know who I was kidding. It took me a lot longer than usual to get ready to day (we're talking over an hour here! Usually, 40-45 minutes is good. 35 if it's absolutely necessary), so I didn't end up going. I was a little disappointed in my slow-moving self, but when I got to class, the prof said the test was a take-home. I wanted to jump out of my seat and dance a little jig. I didn't. No dancing. Bah. Anyhoo, before I left for class, I read the cutest little poem on Andrew's away message. Poetry in the mornings. How nice. Thank you!!

After class, I walked to the Student Center with Amy. I had to go to the Student Development offices, because I was asked to have a 2nd interview for the RA positions. Yay, I think. I'm not sure what that means, but this time, it will be with all the female RDs. Intimidating? Very much so.

I went to lunch with Ben and Eric again. I've hung out with them more lately. I stood in line for pasta saute in the "Demonstration Station" line for about 10 minutes, but as soon as I sat down at the table, I didn't want it. So I didn't eat it. I ended up with a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Cruch. Yummy. My weird eating habits are picking up again. I'll be really hungry, then not able to eat anythng when it's actually time to eat.

I finished my Spanish homework between lunch and class. As I was on my bed reading, the thought hit me that we might not have class today. My prof lives in Indy, and with the bad weather, she might not have been able to make it. Plus, she lived in Houston, Texas for a long time, which isn't exactly America's winter playground. I was right, class was canceled. Janeen and I decided to play outside, so we went and changed clothes and met back in my lobby. What fun! We had a snow chunk fight (not snow ball, the snow wasn't the good sticky kind. We played on the big piles where the plows had moved all of the snow from the sidewalks to.) and some guys in Scripture yelled at us from their window when we were hurling big chunks of snow and ice at each other in the Sex Circle. Quite fun.

After that, we decided to go running across the Evans/Hodson lawn, so we did, and jumped onto the snow pile between those 2 dorms. We ended up rolling down the pile. I felt like such a kid. And I loved it! Soaked, we made our way back to my room for hot chocolate and a movie. We changed clothes, again, and put our wet things in the dryer as we watched Save The Last Dance. Man, that movie makes me want to dance. I can't agree with Whitney Houston any more when she sings "I wanna dance with somebody..." Sing it, girl! After it was over, Janeen and I danced around in the hallway a little bit. Well... it was funny, I'm sure. Janeen has rhythm, but we're working on her mad moves. :)

We decided to order Chinese food for dinner. I don't remember whose idea it was, but we both agreed. So, after some investigating, we found a restaurant that delivered (as my car is still buried under 7 inches of snow) and placed our order. That's when the trouble started. Allow me to relate my story.

We were told it'd be around 20 minutes for our order to be ready, not counting delivery time. So, about 25 minutes after I called, we went downstairs to wait for it to arrive. We were there for a few minutes when someone told us that the delivery lady had already been there but didn't find us, so she left. I was like, what the heck? The girl working at the desk said she had tried calling for almost 5 minutes, trying to get ahold of us to come pay for our food. THAT really confused me, because we hadn't been on the phone. So, we walked back to my room to see if maybe Noz was on the phone. No. There was a message on the door saying our phone number had been changed. Again. It's now back to x8084, which is what it was most of last semester, until we had problems with a certain roommat's father. Not mine, mind you. How frustrating. Just when we had finally been able to tell everyone it was going to stay x4810, it gets changed without anybody telling us beforehand. So, in the 20 minutes between the time we placed our order and the time we went downstairs, our number got changed. Que en el mundo? I felt really, really bad because the lady came all the way out here and we never showed up. She tried to get ahold of us, but we had no idea our number had been changed again, so she had no way of contacting us. Grr! Then we were stuck with the dilemna of what to do next. Were we supposed to call and expect them to believe that our number had been changed in a 20 minute time period? Why would the workers at the restaurant believe that? Considering that almost half of them speak no English, it would have been a mess to explain. Janeen ended up calling back and telling them we gave them the wrong number on accident (which was the truth. It WAS an accident, but we didn't know about it), so the lady came back out and gave us our food. I gave her $20 for a $12 total and let her keep the change. I felt so bad for her! To put salt in the wound (I've always thought that phrase sounded funny.), the dinners are 20% off on Tuesdays, or so the lady I talked to on the phone said. Oh well. That's the story. Why do things like this seem to be the norms in my life? Talk about bad timing!

Dinner was good, when we finally got it. :) I'm sure I will feel the effects of it later.

As I re-read this entry, I can see how people might be confused about the greatness of my day when the stuff I talked about doesn't seem all that wonderful. To me, today was awesome.

Also, Andrew has started making plans for Valentine's Day, which excites me. I'm sure it will be great, whatever he comes up with. I'm pretty easily pleased.

Easily pleased. Maybe that's why my days usually seem to be so good to me. Either that, or I live in an illusion. Take your pick.

I have a bruise where I accidentally hit my eye on Friday night. It's small and kind of greenish brown. It looks like makeup, actually, which is almost disappointing. Not that I was hoping for a big, swollen, purple eye or anything, but still. I should be happy, though, because a bruise is a bruise, and I don't get them very often. I've learned my lesson this time: don't reach for a card that fell off of the table until you have made sure that you will clear the chair right next to you. No more slamming the top of my eye sockets onto the backs of chairs.

I was napping this afternoon when I got the feeling that someone was watching me. I opened my eyes and saw Jenn standing over my desk (approximately 2 feet away from me), putting something on my keyboard. I'm not sure why, but it didn't register in my head that I hsould have said hello or something. I mean, I WAS awake then. I bet that if someone ever followed me around with a videocamera soon after I wake up, it'd be a funny, funny film to watch. I do some weird things when I'm in the half asleep, half awake stage. At least I don't sit straight up in bed anymore. I did that all the time last year. Janeen would be at the mirror, getting ready, and she'd see me in the background, just sit up all of a sudden. My bed is on the bottom this year, which is probably the only reason I don't bolt upright anymore. Oh well.

Good news travels fast, I must say.

I ate dinner with Eric, Ben, and Jenn tonight. Sometimes, I am amazed at the poignancy of my friends. I am usually blunt and straightforward, but these 2 guys put me to shame tonight. If I was more at liberty to tell about the flow of conversation, I definitely would. But, to protect the already embarrassed third (fourth?) party, I won't. See! I can be nice!

Janeen has a knack for summing up conversations in single sentences. Today, on the way to chapel, she struck again, saying, "Basically, you are lukewarm and you aren't funny." So good. I just realized that I write a lot about her in my blogs. I hope nobody minds too much. If you, like, completely hated her very existence, that'd be one thing. She's a hard person to hate. Gentlemen! Janeen Moser. Remember that name.

I would give just about anything to walk to chapel with Brittany and hear her sing "Beauty for Ashes" by the Shanes like she always used to. Random thought.

I'm looking forward to the next few weekends. I am going with Amy to her house in Columbus, Ohio this weekend. That should be fun. And next weekend, the 7th I believe, Andrew is coming home, so that means I'll most likely be going to Kokomo. Yay! :) After that comes Valentine's Day. I don't know about that one yet, so we'll see.

Time for sleep.

Holy mother, what a weekend! It was by FAR the best weekend I've had in a long, long time. It even tops the weekend of the trip to Michigan (sorry, Janeen. But part of the excellence of this weekend revolves around you, so be happy!), which is saying a lot. Allow me to clarify.

Friday. Bring on the fun! Melissa came right around 5 (5:30?) and we ate in Baldwin, just like old times, with Janeen and Angie. Shea came over, along with Amy. The six of us decided to document the events of the night. On it, we caught Shea's cheerleading jumps (which looked more like ninja kicks), Janeen's incredible pike jumps (they really are incredible) and oh-so-graceful ballerina leaps (not-so-graceful), the snowflake catching by the fountain, the John Wesley statue (and Shea saying that she likes to stroke his hot bod while trying to bootydrop nest to him. No dancing!! He probably rolled over in his grave when she touched his butt. Yikes.), and Angie's almost futile attempts at tree-climbing. Mall Madness, of course, was played, and we sat around and talked for a long, long time. Addy showed up around 2:30. She had gone dancing in Indy but still wanted to come. I think we finally hit the sack around 5:30 in the morning. Great times. Good friends. I didn't the the weekend could have gotten much better.

I was wrong.

Saturday. I smile just thinking about it! Tee hee. Andrew came, and to make a long story short (I'll tell it if you really want to know. My girliness is amazing!), I'll just say that, yes, it's official. Keenan has a boy. YAY! I'm pumped beyond reason, which is kind of a fun place to be. He is incredible, what can I say? AND!! He plays the piano and made up a song for me when we were in the practice rooms. Sometime I'll post more about this, but for now, I'm having trouble sitting still. I want to dance around. Imagine that.

Janeen and I were working on our Spanish homework tonight when she had another one of her brilliant revelations. This time, it happened while we were slacking off/saving some homework for Monday night. It was very funny, so I wrote it down in hopes of posting it here. It all started when I told her I had been singing "Long Time Coming" by Oliver James all day Saturday. She responded with the following:

J: I'm glad I finally quit singing that "Legacy" song. I don't really like it, I don't know why.
K: Because you don't have one?
J: You're right. I don't! I'm such a loser! I won't be remembered, my life means nothing! 20 years?! Waste! I haven't made a difference! I'M NOT A WORLD CHANGER!! (at this point in time, she was fake crying and soft screaming everything)....maybe I should just drop out of school and go around telling people, "Don't waste 20 years like I did!" Maybe that's my calling.

Sometime during the night, she inadvertently dropped the f-bomb. Okay, okay, she really didn't, but she came REALLY close. She offered to pay me not to tell anybody. Now all of the blogger-reading community knows. Mwahaha!

I think I am going to cancel my small group tomorrow. So much power, it's scary! Actually, I don't want to have to drive to Tipton and back in my little car. It's not so good with the snow. As much as I love playing in the snow, I'd rather keep myself out of it while driving to group. Call me crazy.

Dang. I can't quit smiling. And that's not bad.