Despite the fact that it's SNOWING again, I'm in a supremely upbeat mood. I woke up today and the first thing I said was, "This one goes out to all the women of the world. It don't matter your age, don't even matter your color." Yeah, that's the opening to "The Dip" (I put my hand up on your hip, when I dip you dip we dip...) Why was I saying those 2 lines? I don't know. Probably for the same reason I woke up chanting "r-o-w-d-i-e! That's the way we spell rowdie! Rowdie! Let's get rowdie! Get rowdie!" on Wednesday morning. I'm really weird.

Apparently some people really like my weirdness. At least, Angie the GoatBall does. She made a top 10 list of reasons whe thinks I am awesome and posted it on her blog. How sweet is that?! After being such a bad little GoatBall this week, she's trying really hard to make it up to me. I think she's been successful with this last attempt. Who doesn't reading why they are so cool? I know I do. I thought about copy/pasting her list onto my blog, then thought that might come across as somewhat arrogant. Then I thought, who cares?! So here it is, direct from Angie's blog:

ladies and gentlemen as promised my top 10 reasons why i think keenan danielle pruett is so incredibly awesome:
10. she thinks I'm funny for some reason
9. she has THE best laugh
8. WHAT A GREAT TASTE OF MUSIC!
7. only AK can wear a "Not EVERYTHING is flat in Indiana" t-shirt
6. there's NOBODY else i'd let spit sunflower seeds at me
5. AK makes me laugh at myself...and i don't think anybody else can
4. AK has a heart of gold....Andrew you're a lucky guy
3. Just call her the next "Hellen of Troy"
2. I just think she's beautiful

and the Number One reason why I love AK.....

1. WHO ELSE COULD CALL ME GOATBALL AND GET AWAY WITH IT?!

AK = Awesome Keenan. It's my most recent nickname, courtesy of Miss Katie Kuick.

I'm currently enjoying the sounds of Deborah Cox' "Nobody's Supposed to be Here." Mother, what a great song. I'm singing really loud and dancing around in my chair. Even though I'm hoping nobody walks in anytime in the next few minutes, I don't think anybody would be that surprised to find me bopping around and having a good old time. Welcome to me.

Tonight in my cultural anthropology class, we were talking about the arts in culture, and, to make a long story short, my prof said that when David danced when they brought the ark back to the city, he was most likely just dancing a cultural dance that people did at different times, not necessarily something he was making up on the spot. The only difference was that he was doing it for the Lord as an act of worship. THEREFORE!! I reached the conclusion that "booty-dropping for the Lord" will be an active part of my ministry. I'm all about dropping it like it's hot to further the kingdom! Hahaha.

I went to the doctor, again, today. To quote him, "I don't know what the hell is wrong with you." He also said that in all his years of practicing medicine, he has "never seen this before." "This" being my random shaking. All of my blood work came back completely normal, with no traces of any possible reasons. That's encouraging. Yeah right. So, as of now, nobody knows what's triggering it. It's more of an annoyance than anything, so we decided that if it worsens, he will refer me to a neurologist. I guess that's the end of my medical saga for now.

This week has gone by so fast! It's hard to believe that it's Thursday already. Crazy. The next few weeks are going to be really busy for me. I have 2 big papers due next week, plus a few tests and group projects to start. Yuck. I'd like college a lot more if it was just classes and not homework. I just want the weekend to come! Grandma is coming up on Friday to go to Jeremy's game with us on Saturday morning. That should be fun.

Monica's having a bridal shower on Friday night, but I really don't want to go. Does that make me a bad friend? Probably. Dang it. And then there is one for Betsy on Sunday afternoon. I'm definitely going to that one, but I haven't decided about Moni's yet. I'd feel bad not going, but.... we'll see. I need to find a dress to wear to her wedding: April 24th. She asked me to be in charge of the guest book. She told me I could wear whatever I wanted to, "as long as it's black or silver." I also need something to wear to Betsy's wedding. I could wear the same thing, I suppose. I'm not sure exactly what I will be doing in that wedding, but I know I get to walk in and I get a flower, yet I'm not a bridesmaid. Your guess is as good as mine. All I know is that she is going to be the most beautiful bride I will see in my entire life. Way to go, Jeffy! Hmm, now that's I've processed all of that...

Sigh, the summer of love. I think there are 8 weddings to go to this summer? Holy mother. Well, I will be out of the country for 2 of them (I like it that I can say that.), but still. I'm sure there are a few more that I am forgetting. We're growing up. I realized that I am officially an adult last week when, at the doctor's office, I had to sign a paper saying my parents could have access to my medical records. I wanted to do something to mark the occasion, but I couldn't think of anything very significant.

I am getting to the point in several of my newer relationships where I am feeling open to say pretty much whatever I want without fear of what the other person will think of me. I'm enjoying that process, that's for sure. Of course, I don't say everything I think of, but it's nice to know that I could if I wanted to. Thanks, people.

You know you're in trouble when, in one night's time, it comes out that you told three different people's secrets to other people. This, thank goodness, is not the story of my night. I'm not the one who did the bean-spilling, I just had my beans spilled. I just wanted to reitterate the importance of keeping your mouth shut. To the blabbermouth, I still love you. And thanks for the granola bar. That's all. :)

We almost lost the GoatBall tonight. That would have been sad beyond comparison. What happened was this: Angie and Katie came up to give me a frappe they got for me from McConn (they really love me. I didn't ask or anything, Angie just called and asked me what I wanted. I told her to surprise me, and she came bearing a mocha mint frappe, my personal favorite), then we sat around chatting for a few minutes. Katie was deciding to blow off her homework in favor of calling some guy, so Angie, being the mother that she is, stood up and told KQ to stand. She did, and Angie slung her over her shoulder in the fireman's carry. It looked really funny, because Angie is the little, petite 5'2" specimen of a woman, and Katie is tall and lanky. Angie was walking towards the door, when suddenly, she just fell right over. Apparently, she tripped on a pair of my shoes that I had conveniently left between my bed and the door. She went down hard, and Katie landed on top of her. It made a loud thud. I thought she smacked her face on the door. Thankfully, her face is still intact.

Oh my gosh, I laughed so hard. I don't even think I stopped to make sure she was okay, I just erupted into mad spurts of crazy laughter. I had just taken a drink of my frappe, too, and I was afraid of spitting it everywhere. After I finally swallowed, I grabbed a pillow and put it over my face. I think I laid face-down on my bed guffawing for around 3 minutes. My stomach hurt a lot afterward, but wow, it was so funny. When Angie was finally able to get up, she had ripped yet another hole in her jeans (yes, another) and her knee looked terrible. I felt bad because I couldn't stop laughing. Heck, I'm laughing about it now as I am typing. Dang, I hope I never forget that mental image. I also hope I never fall like she did.

And so, dear GoatBall (Blower), I just wanted to devote this post to you to tell you, rather publicly, that I am sorry. Sorry for leaving my new shoes on the floor, even though they didn't seem to be a problem when you walked INTO the room. Sorry that my floor attacked you, and I'm sorry that I laughed as long and as hard as I did at you. I'm really glad you aren't too injured. You should feel lucky, because you'll probably have one mother of a bruise. If it were me, I WOULD have hit my face on the door, ripped my jeans, and banged my knee up something terrible, but nobody would know because it wouldn't have bruised or anything. There would be no proof. So find rest and comfort in the fact that you will be receiving lots of sympathy. I am insanely jealous right now.

The moral of this story: I laugh at other people's expenses. Please don't hate me. Feel free to point and laugh at me the next time you see me trip as I walk down the sidewalk or through the Student Center. I do at least twice a week.

Spring break has come and gone, and all too quickly for that matter. Overall, I'd rate it at around an 8 out of 10; not too shabby at all. My week passed quickly but it was very relaxing. I'm glad I went home instead of to New York. As much I love staying with my aunt and uncle, an extended visit home was what I needed. I spent plenty of time with my parents, which was enjoyable. My relationships with them have changed since I left for college last year. It's not as much the parent-child anymore. Of course, there is still that element, but I consider my parents to be my friends and I LIKE to be with them. I've always known that I have awesome parents, but I think it took moving out to realize how blessed I truly am.

I spent the first Saturday of the break with Andrew. We went to a playground and ran around. That was fun. We swang (swung?!) for a while, then played volleyball and a sort of basketball with one of those things that has 3 different places the ball can come out of. Every time I shot the ball, it would come right back to me. Andrew kept accusing me of being a ball hog. What can I say, I guess I'm just awesome like that. Haha. We saw _The Passion_, too, which was an experience. It was intense, and I cried a few times. I was afraid to see it, but I'm glad I went.

I watched more movies this week than should be legal. 16, to be exact. Yes, you read that right. 16. I thought about it, and if the movies were all roughly 2 hours in length, that means I spent more than one full day staring at a TV screen. Holy mother, that's terribly disturbing. Kalee and I planted ourselves on the couches and didn't move much Monday through Wednesday. I wrote down all the flicks I watched, in hopes of posting them here, but I conveniently forgot the list at home.

I had a doctor's appointment on Wednesday morning, so I dragged myself out of bed for that. Seriously, if the physicians don't figure out what is wrong with me sometime soon, I might do something drastic. I'm not sure what that step is yet, but dang it, I just want to know what's going on with me! He ordered all sorts of bloodwork and an echocardiogram of my heart. I had the heart scan done that afternoon at my mom's office (a perk of working at a cardiologist's office), and they found that I have what is called VSD (ventricular septal defect) which means that there is a hole between my right and left ventricle. Oh joy, oh bliss. The cardiologist said that I have probably had it since birth and there is most likely no link between that and my recurring health problems. That's all well and good, I say, but still, a hole in your heart is still a hole that isn't supposed to be there. We'll see. On Thursday, I had a dentist appointment, then I drove to Indy to get several vials of blood drawn from my arm. The nurse poked me excessively, too. I told her they always have problems finding the vein in my left arm so she should use my right, but she didn't believe me until her attempts at locating one failed 3 times. Did she think I was making that up? I mean, really! What do I know?

Jeremy had 3 basketball games while I was home, so I went to those with the fam. I love watching him play. Have I said that before? :) Friday was the first sectional game, then Saturday was the championship. Excuse me as I break out into the Taylor High School school song because, woo hoo! They won!! Yay!! I was so happy for Jeremy. He played really, really well. Yay, brother! The Madison-Grant students yelled different things each time one of our players had the ball. For instance, when the head coach's son had it, they chanted "Daddy's Boy." I fought the urge to chant right along with him, to be honest. The kid is a freshman playing varsity. If he was good, it would be one thing, but he isn't. He's goofy and makes lots of mistakes. I feel like he is in a constant state of traveling when he dribbles. I've considered writing a small entry to the SoundOff section of the Tribune, to voice my complaint and draw attention to his lack of amazing ability, but I doubt they'd publish anything along the lines of "Taylor's Tyler Fisher sucks!" No, I'm not bitter at all. Okay, to be honest, he isn't that terrible, but you can tell he is young when you watch him play. I'll step off of my soap box now. Anyhoo... whenever Jeremy had the ball (which was quite often, as he IS a point guard) they'd yell "Harry Potter" in unison. I'm still a bit confused by that. I mean, yeah, he plays in his glasses (He has contacts but never, ever wears them. Never.), but he looks nothing like Mr. Potter. He has longer hair and big eyes. Brother's hair is very short and he has little eyes. Kalee and I always joke that when he takes off his glasses, his eyes disappear. He loves that, I'm sure. :) He told me today that he didn't know they were saying "Harry Potter," but thought it was "Jeremy Pruett." I think I might make a t-shirt to wear to regionals next weekend that says either, "I (heart) Harry Potter" or "Harry Potter is my brother." I'm making him a scrapbook of this season, too, so I need to buy some HP stickers or something for that game. I have a feeling he might be referred to as Harry for a while. At least, that's all I called him today.

I totally slacked over break. I am a bad, bad slacker. I didn't touch any of my homework, and I barely read my Bible. Boo to me. I am behind in The Purpose Driven Life, too. ALSO, I read the first 2 chapters in Tozer's _Knowledge of the Holy_ but none of anything else I had planned on reading. I didn't finish Kalee's scarf, visit Sheila at CC, go to Purdue, lay in my hammock, send Smellion a postcard, or visit my grandmother. And of the 16 movies I watched this week, only 2 were Rogers and Hammerstein: Oklahoma and State Fair. I was watching State Fair one morning when Kalee woke up. I was sitting on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, singing "It's a grand night for singing" along with the movie when she walked in. She looked at me and shook her head while saying, "You are a nerd, Ween. A big nerd." Then she walked back out.

I have lots more to post about, and I am positive that the Keenan's Realm reading masses want to hear all about the rest of my week, including my blue hair, the junior high overnighter, my 4 new pairs of shoes, beating Dad in HORSE, etc. etc. But not right now, kids. This little bama is pooped and is heading to bed. It's 1:45.