My heart going BOOM BOOM BOOM

I was glad to see that at 3 AM I think that a detailed account of my Self Defence class experiences count as 'bare bones information'.

I got asked on a GYRAD today!!!! I feel like a natural woman now. Except for the fact that I'm scared of Stewart and don't know how to dress for 'mafia'. I never thought I would get asked to anything, so it brightened up my day quite a bit.

So everyone on my floor is leaving for our floor retreat to a day spa right now. But noooooooooooo, I have to go to the hermanutics seminar. I know I didn't spell that right, and didn't spell it right in my email to Dr. Thoennes, but I spite its existence so much that I don't care to look it up. My grammar's going to Hell in a handbasket, so why not my spelling?

The hardest part of Karla leaving, besides the lack of someone to debrief with every night, is that she can't translate 'Mundo de Fieras', the best spanish novela ever, for me tonight. I didn't know that Spanish novelas are more like miniseries than like American soaps. They only last a few months, and have very tidy endings, unlike the decades-long storyarchs of GH and other American soaps. I feel a little like Jo and Prof. Behr (sp?) as Karla translates the conversations between Juan Cristobal and Paulina to me every night on our futon. Language barrier and all, I am in love with Juan Cristobal, who looks just like Sawyer from lost on our fuzzy reception.

I may hate LA, but the smog sure makes for beautiful sunsets. The sun is blood red right now, and lighting up the telephone poles and cables. OHMYGOODNESS!! I can see Dr. Thoennes' office from my room! I should make a really long can and string phone to string between our windows, so I can fulfill my dream of us becoming best friends! I can also see into Ignatius' old classroom, which makes me a little sad. I miss that room.

I think I'll stop taking my 'Karla's gone and I have no one to talk to' anxiety out on this blog and get to work on my archaeology paper of death. xp xp xp xp xp


Uh, I just heard on the news that Bary Bonds is thinking of leaving the Giants. I'm not sure what I would do with myself, it would be like Uncle Alan dying. Or Oprah going off the air. Or Mark giving up wheat thins. I'm not sure what to do with myself.