My Twenty-first Post

This is Squid. Squid is our cat. He lives under my roommate L's bed. He first started living with us in December. He is a playful fellow who enjoys getting into trouble. I think he is absolutely hilarious. I enjoy telling people about him. Which is why I'm putting this up on my blog. Long live Squid.

My Twentieth Post

Today was my last day of classes. Now I pretty much just have finals, but I'm not too stressed about any of them. I have my choir concert tomorrow night, which will be fun. I'm really glad I took a choir class this semester. It's been awesome. And I just might be brave enough to audition for the "big" choirs next fall. That would be so awesome. Anyway. I've also made some forays into the hearts of the 100 Hours Board writers this last week. I made them cookies and took them to their booth in the Wilk. Duchess mentioned the incident on her blog (http://duchessboard.blogspot.com/2006/04/snickerdoodles_14.html)
as did Optimistic
(http://blogtimistic.blogspot.com/2006/04/post-sixty-fifth.html).
I refuse to put in the actual links, because then they could trace them. And I don’t want them to. By not putting in links, I'm cheating the system, stickin' it to the man, flouting the rules, using too many clichés. Whatever

I just thought of a story about how I apparently have absolutely no tolerance for nonconformity. When I was in 6th grade, my class was teamed up with one of the 1st grade classes to be reading buddies. One time, we were supposed to help the smaller kids to type up stories, print them out, and then help them to illustrate them. My kid wanted to make our story about a fairy with green hair and orange eyes. I would not stand for this. I was so set against this simply could not let the 6-year-old have her way. We ended up compromising. We said that the fairy had "green" hair and "orange" eyes, but that "green" really meant golden and "orange" really meant blue in the land of fairies. I wonder what that story actually says about me. I don’t know, and I don’t feel like figuring it out.

My Nineteenth Post

I got a haircut. Actually, I got several hairs cut. Ha ha. That's a lame joke one of my old Spanish teachers used to make all the time. My roommate, A, cut it for me last Saturday after General Conference. I really enjoyed Conference, but I kept drifting off toward the end of every session. This was mostly because I was getting very little sleep, and also because stupid Day Light Savings time stole an entire hour. I'm really glad Arizona doesn't do the whole DLS thing. I hate it not only for the lost hour, but also for the fact that it is now no longer light outside when I wake up. Trying to convince myself to get up when it is dark outside is a battle I often lose... or possibly win (depending on how you look at it).

I like my thoughts. They lead me to the strangest places. And that's a good thing, most of the time.

I have only been attending 2 of my classes this week. That is a bad thing, but I can't convince myself to go to the other classes. Maybe I've got some advanced form of senioritis... about three years in advance, that is. Ha.