She originally was in charge of bringing drinks for our room, and brought in coke and cherry dr. pepper. Consequently, there is a box of cherry coke no one likes, and another of coke, left abandoned because she’d rather drink my ginger ale.

I, the hater of sharing, brought my own ginger ale, because I know this about Lauren, and because I knew she’s bring in something disgusting either way.

However, it really doesn’t bug me. After all, I understand. You see, she’s Jewish.

(Please note, this is a joke amongst us about Jews not being fans of Jesus, and not a emblem of festering Antisemitism rooted in the false assumption that all her people are stingy and have big noses.)

I don’t really know what the situation called for, action wise. For I know it could be a group of friends playing tag. Or a drunk person walking home.

Anything is really possible.

But I feel oddly guilty. Can you call the police without even seeing anything, or knowing really?

I guess all I can hope is that no one was hurt,that they weren’t muggers, and that today she’s going to class in tact.

Today we were given the “ha”. In an hour long exercise that started out with breathing exercises, ended with me acknowledging deep feelings I let fester below the surface without even realizing it.

I came out feeling so in tune with Nature; I almost felt high. In the same moment, I also felt in tune with myself. Emoting in the  raw instead of through the superior exterior the outside world determines is a glorious experience.

Maybe delving into every single step in the process seems tedious, but if you need to get in touch with some real, and really intense feelings, let me know and I’ll give you the step by step routine.

Trust me, it was amazing.

That’s all.

And just because I can, here’s a picture of a cake I want to make and eat. Nom Nom Nom.

I didn’t get to fit in my extra special daily nap in today because I had to do something good. But then I did nap, and let my evening slip through my fingers.

Now I’m up, without any homework done, and sleepy too. Bad combination, although a familiar one.

Anyhoo. On to the more interesting side of life.

Okay, so Kristen and me have this wager of sorts between us regarding our non existent romantic lives. It has now come to my attention that I will clearly lose unless something impeccably convenient, and ridiculously fortunate, occurs.

It won’t.

Then again, my words are powerful.

It will. It will. It will.

But that’s just a side note. This post was supposed to be about me. Yes, I’m full of enough crap that I think people should read about my life. I really do.

I have/had a cold this past week. I knew it wasn’t the worst virus around, but I did my best not to share it with my friends. And failed. Well, I don’t know for sure if I’m the sole culprit considering half my school has it already, but today Jasmine and Lauren are waking up with head congestion and other yuckiness. (With Jasmine, I’m sure it’s my fault considering we eat together on a regular basis. And with Lauren, I guess living together does that. But I also didn’t spend that much time with her this week, and stayed on my side of the room at all times knowing the possible consequences of not doing so. But all to no avail, she’s sick, skipping class, and upset with me. And I feel bad, but it could’ve technically been anyone’s fault.)

Btw, I was a freakin’ a-hole and went to work all week sick. Last thursday because it was a special, and they were practically begging more people to come in. If I, a scheduled worker, called in sick on a special, I probably would have lost my job.

Plus, I was posted on cereal and fruit and desserts table, meaning I touched no food whatsoever. And this week I only handles already dirty dishes about to be thoroughly sanitized. So the ethical line is a bit hazy, but go ahead and hate me for the slight chance that I made this school sick with the sniffles.

Blame me. It’s easier that way.

Ugh, I’m having trouble segway-ing into the real reason for this post, but I guess I’ll just have to keep that story for another day.

And finally, take a mental note not to let your kid work in a dining hall, but also not to judge those who do.