Keenan: So what you're saying is that if it was a choice between either me or chocolate cake, you'd pick the cake?
Nicole: No. I'd pick you.
(Semi-awkward pause during which I gave Nicole the "yeah right" expression)
Nicole: Have I told you how beautiful your eyes are tonight?

I love my roommate.

The end.

On-duty weekends aren't as bad as I had previously thought they'd be. Nothing major has happened. The only thing I've had to deal with is continually resetting the door alarms. I'm not sure if the girls in the dorm think that the "DOORS ARE ALARMED! $30 FINE IF YOU SET THEM OFF!" signs are just for kicks and giggles or what, because they obviously don't seem to mind setting off the alarm. It's a nuisance, but nothing I can't handle.

However, I went to Baldwin to eat lunch today, and I felt as if I was unaware of life outside of the dorm. I hadn't left since Saturday at lunch, and that was just to run to Wildcat to grab a sub and then come back to eat it here. I passed Holly Johannes on the way to Baldy today and she smiled and said, "Freedom!" She, too, knows the perils of being stuck inside for 3 days straight during a Suicide Weekend.

Last night was fun. Meg, Cole, and I showed one of our videotaped escapades to Jerod, Steve, and a guy named Andrew. We weren't entirely sure what all was on that tape, so I was worried that something might be inappropriate for that audience of guys, but we went ahead and watched it anyway. Oh mother, we all lost it. So now I guess the guys know a little more about who we really are and what we do in our spare time. I think we are hilarious. Just really weird stuff.

I'm really glad that I've gotten to spend time with Jerod. He's my newest friend. We ate lunched together on Friday and it was so good to get a male perspective on certain things. Our life experiences are very different and it's cool to hear him talk about his past. After Steve-O and Andrew left, the rest of us hung out in the Bistro and played the question game, where you ask either/or questions and don't allow for much clarification.

Yesterday Cole said, "I think I ripped my womanhood." Cliff diving gone awry. So sad. She walked around looking as if she was riding a horse all night.

I C-walked (sea? see? whatev.) yesterday, too. Meg and I were the only ones around and we were listening to ghetto music and cleaning/homeworking, which of course means that we were multi-tasking by dancing. She was in the bathroom and I walked into the living room and busted a small c-walk. It was great. I didn't think that I could, so I gave it a try. Lo and behold! There it was! It was slow and carefully executed, so I'm hoping that with some practice, I can add the awesome C-walk to my dance move collection. About that, Meg said, "I'm really glad bootydropping has become so acceptable in our room."

As am I. I like to surprise Cole with a random bootydrop from time to time, usually at inappropriate times. Happiness is a dropping it like it's hot.

On that note, time to go. Thanks for reading my ramblings.