Four

Ahhh lala. I jsut finished doing the dishes. Aparentally after my inspiration yesterday, it's now my official job? Which is rediculous, because it's not like they actually witnessed me do them, so for all they know, the dishes cleaned themsleves, or I hired someone, or I threatened Carmina. Which is not true, because dishes are inanimate objects, no matter what fantasia tries to tell us, and I odn't have the money to hire someone, and I wouldn't threaten Carmina as she's our guest- not that I could even find her to threaten her.

It just rained for literally like fifteen seconds. That's it. Now it's done.

Anyway. I use that word way too often as a transition. Oh, well. Anyway (teehee) today was not that great. School was long and tedious, and it felt like it should be Friday all day. But I did give two good Lost recaps to Spi and Chels, who both missed it (I'm so disappointed in them). Also we had a debate in History about who Cleveland is fighting for the wild card with. I thought Oakland was behind them, Shannon thought the Yankees, Kelsey said Boston. I guess it used to be Oakland, but now it's the red sox. Okay I feel less dumb. I'm kind of out of the baseball loop- it's been years since the Indians were good enough to watch. Also we had a discussion in World Lit about how much more useful it would be if we took a home ec class rather than a real ec class. I mean, yes, we sort of learned useful tools in Econ, but at the end of the day, which is more useful- profit marginilization or knowing how to keep yourself alive with a needle, a thread, and some yeast? Okay, bad example. I mean, sure Econ is nice and all- but I just think learning to keep house could be more valuable and less anti-women's-lib than people think. Basically I love to cook, and I know how to sew, and I actually secretly enjoy cleaning kitchens and bathrooms (I can't stand organizational cleaning, like my room, but I love scrubbing stuff until it's shiny) (you know like if my room was already orgnaized, I'd be fine- vacuuming is cool, cleaning the furnature is cool, but I'm so not looking forward to putting those beads away that I've spilt) Anyway. What was I talking about?

So I feel really badly because tomorrow I have a bunch of people coming over, and amongst them is a poor little freshman. With a bunch of seniors. And we're not bad seniors, it's not like we'll be having our orgy while smoking pot and drinking from our keg. But still, think of when yoiu were a Froshie- chances are hanging out with a bunch of seniors you didn't know wasn't that appealing to you.

I'm sitting here in my P.J.'s feeling generally under-the-weather and losing my voice (freaking laryngitis, probably) and lazy. I sucked at soccer today, which only kind of depressed me, because the amount of care is dwindling. We're talking like less than -1.7ish standard deviations right now. If you're in the hell we call Stats, you'd appreciate that. Well, you actually won't at all, but you will understand it.

Tomorrow should be fun, I hope, but I can't even talk so maybe not. At least maybe everyone else can have a good time. And of course Saturday is Rave 2.0, and Sunday is Cedar Point, maybe, no one's really sure at this point. So party it up all weekend, mi hearties!

I guess that's all to report tonight.