This movie remedies any and every ailment.

Any love story featuring irish men will always be a winner in my eyes.

Anywho, I'm now making Sarah watch it, as she has never seen it.

She will undoubtedly love it.

Tis Halloween!  And what an uneventful day it's been for me.

I worked this morning, and felt quite sickly during and after, and came back and slept.

I still feel crappy, but I think I just need to get some good ol rest.

Which is precisely what I've been doing.  A marathon of SVU, some nightmare before christmas, and now watching Rope with Sarah while she finalizes her invitations.

Also, following my family's yearly tradition, we have ordered pizza for Sarah&I.

And we also have asparagus. Mmmm.  My favorite.

Tomorrow morning I pick classes for next semester!  I am quite excited because I'll be one step closer to freedom!

I'm so thoroughly excited to be rid of this semester and everything that comes with it.  Next semester I'm hoping to take film classes and an astronomy class.  

I miss halloween at home.  Decorating the house, putting fake spider webs all over the front yard, handing out candy, and watching scary movies with my mom and friends.

I miss home.  Let me be clear: I do NOT miss New Jersey, but I miss my house&family.

And my puppies.

I asked Sarah if we could get a puppy today.

She said no.

Anywho, I'm off to make some asparagus and watch some Hitchcock.

Happy Halloween!

22 days till thanksgiving, 45 till christmas break!

Hmm well it snowed last night again, making this morning quite miserable.  I got myself all cute for church, then walked through slush and large puddles to my snow-covered car.  After fifteen minute of scraping and clearing snow and ice off of benny, I finally picked up sarah, kesh, chuck, and phil for church, and at this point we're running late and I'm freezing and soaked.
Not a good start.
But since then, I've had leftover tacos and watched several movies as well as napped a bit.  I just love lazy Sundays.  And the best thing is that I have no obligations.  I'm not procrastinating or putting anything off because there's nothing to do!
I wish weekends were several days long.  I wish I went into Boston yesterday.  I wish I was in New York.
Sometimes I think about transferring.  Getting out of the christian college atmosphere and out to New York.  I didn't grow up in Christian schools, and sometimes it just feels weird, like I'm in a bubble that isn't the real world.  I won't transfer, because that would greatly alter my plans, and I couldn't leave Kesh and Sarah, but sometimes I really want to.
Anywho, I'm getting really restless.  I feel like all I do is homework and work and watch movies.  I need to start going out on school nights and stop being such a nerd.
But tonight Sarah&I are going to the comedy show so that'll be fun.
And then Tuesday I pick my classes for next semester!  one step closer to being freed from this nightmare of a semester.
Classes Left:
Old Testament: 15
Women's Lit: 10
Scientific Enterprise: 12
The Examined Life: 10
That's not too bad, right?  Any only 23 days tills thanksgiving!

This is what I'm watching right now.  I love this movie, too funny.

But, not the movie to watch with your parents.

Anywho, I'm going to get ready for the show!

Adios amigos.

Crafting.  I hate crafts.  The idea of glue and scissors and little pieces of paper that can never all be cleaned up just gives me a headache.  So, after our movie excursion, Kesh and Sarah needed to go to A.C Moore to get craft stuff for Sarah's tea party next week.  So much to my dismay, we went and looked at ribbons and stickers and paper for quite some time before purchasing and leaving.
Now Kesh and Sarah are sitting on the floor amidst the craft crap, designing and creating the invitations for the tea party, while I color in my new coloring book and we watch chick flicks.
An ideal night, I must say.  Also, Sarah made chocolate mint cookies last night so we have those, tasty cakes sent by Lucia, and my FAVORITE cookies.  They're the ones that are sold in every grocery store, they're super soft sugar cookies with thick delicious icing on the top.  Irresistible.
Also, the weather is majorly sucking.  It's sleeting.  It's supposed to snow all through the night, which will make driving to Gloucester for church super fun.
I can't even think of anything that could make this night better.
Maybe Christmas music.
Anywho, I'm going to have a delicious cookie and watch love actually.

Today we saw 50/50 (kesh, sarah&i).

It was really funny, and although I knew it would be sad, I didn't expect it to be so sad.

It's about this 27 year old guy with an average life who gets cancer, and a fifty percent chance to live.

It was so sad.  So good, but so sad.  It also didn't help that it reminded me of my grandpa.

But anways, it was good and I would recommend it.

Also, tonight is taco night in the sarah suite!

So pumped, we're gonna watch blair witch project and make tacos.

I also bought a fantastic coloring book today at the supermarket, perfect for this rainy evening.

Also, it's freaking freezing.  

So now I'm going to cuddle up in my bed while Sarah&I enjoy our lazy night.

Today was a nice day.
I think I did really well (fingers crossed) on my old testament exam, and then I got an embarrassingly large package from my mom which contained magical goodies.
And then the day turned into last minute babysitting day.  Two families called me 'last minute' and asked me to babysit, and because I'm taking everything I can get to save for California (and being the loyal babysitter that I am) I accepted.
And now Sarah is baking some sort of delight downstairs and we shall finish the night with a chick flick.
I can't help but feel really happy right now.
Also I talked to my Grandma on the phone which was just precious.  She's the cutest thing, she was so happy I called.
Ahhh I miss my family.

First snow of the season, friends, and it has not disappointed.
I went to my old testament review at 8pm and it was raining/hailing.  I come out of the library at nine and all I can see is white.  Lots of white.  Freezing, wet, white.
I went to the dining hall right from the library and my friend just laughed when he saw me.  I didn't know how much the snow hit me until he smoothed my hair and a ton of water dripped off into a puddle on the floor.
Anywho, now I'm loaded up with coffee and flashcards and my bible to study all night!
I am determined to get at least a B on this exam.
Also, Sarah (being the amazing roommate that she is), has agreed to stay up with me to help me because she's grown up in christian schools and is a bible genius.
So, due to the fact that I'm rapidly losing my mind, I should get a move on on this studying.
Wish me luck!

What a day, what a day.
Work was pretty good, although every time I stopped moving I felt like I was going to pass out from exhaustion.  Then I watched about ten minutes of a movie before passing out until a class that went by really quickly, and I'm waiting for a fantastic package from my mom which has yet to come.  And I've been summoned for jury duty.
Massachusetts sucks.
If New Jersey summoned me, I could get out of it because I'm a student.  But for some reason, even though I'm not a resident of Massachusetts, they've summoned me and they literally don't excuse anyone.  So there it is, I'll have to come back a day early from winter break and go on in to be a good citizen.
However, I am the teeniest bit excited about dressing all business-like and going to a courthouse.  Sarah keeps reminding me that I'm not actually going to be on the jury of a case, but whatever, I have to get up at six am to be bored all day, I'm gonna look good doing it.  Maybe I'll pretend I'm a lawyer.
Sarah also has reminded me that this isn't just another episode of SVU, it's annoying and could take a few days.
So I've come to the conclusion that I don't want to do it if I can't dress up all classy and listen to a court case.
Blehhhhhhhh.
Now on to study for my old testament exam!

Oh boy do I feel sick.  I just finished zumba and felt totally fine during the whole hour and all of today, actually.  And then I start walking to the library and I get hit in the face with hard core nausea, and then I start panicking because it's not classy to throw up in the parking lot.  If only I could hold onto the exact memory of this sick feeling so that every time I think of eating junk, I refuse, so as not to get sick.

Bleh.

Anywho, this is my problem with the library.  It's really quiet and peaceful, and it makes me want to evaluate and reorganize my life, so I start thinking about self improvement rather than homework.  

But, I WILL be productive today. 

In fact, I'm starting right now.

The Life of Buster.

Oh, mythbusters.
This is the second episode I've seen and I've gathered that really all they do is blow up their poor dummy, Buster, and then laugh when he's got smoke coming out of his head somewhere in the distance.
This poor dummy.  They wheel him around in a wheelchair and then prop him up in positions where he gets dropped, crushed, blown up, or chopped.  It's kind of hysterical, but the also kinda sad because Buster loses a limb in every scenario.
They just started the episode as 'Buster's excited, he's going scuba diving!'

Poor Buster.  It's funny that they treat him as a person and then talk to him, and then he comes out of an experiment all charred and they're like hey buddy, how're ya feelin?

Not so good, I'd assume.

A minor goal in life:

Get a real pearl necklace.  I feel like once I get a pearl necklace, I can officially be a classy business lady.

Or housewife.

I could be versatile.

Anywho, I'm thinking like a college graduation present to myself.

Is this not the saddest thing you've ever seen?
This poor puppy broke both his legs and as if that's not bad enough, he got half his fur shaved off so he just looks like such a freak.
Poor pup.

The reason this photo is relative to my life right now is because as I said in an earlier post, on of my kids has two broken legs, and I went to search for a cartoon photo to make him laugh, and this popped up, taking away all the joy of the operation.
Anywho, something cute and happy to leave you with:

Oh, how I want a teacup piglet.

I think this is the exact couch.

Oh man, I'm loving it.

Update: while watching a commercial during mythbusters with the youngest, he suddenly throws his head back and says ahh, I love degree men.  So fresh.
I almost died.  These kids are so funny.
And then the other boy just asked me to guess his batting average in his little baseball game on his ipod is, and, having no idea what a probably batting average would be, I said a hundred and five, to which he was very offended and asked me if I thought he was a failure.
That's the last time I answer one of those questions!

Also this show is pretty stupid.  I mean, it's a suitable choice for kids because it's clean and creative, but I'm just not into it.  And it's a treat for these  kids to be watching this, because they're not allowed to watch tv during the week, but since the youngest doesn't have school tomorrow due to parent-teacher conferences, he and the other kids are permitted to watch mythbusters if they choose, but nothing else.
So, mythbusters it is.  And on the plus side, both kids have their homework done and are cooperating and getting along and the couch I'm sitting on is pretty much heavenly.
It's one of those couches that wrap around the perimeter of the room, and it's super cushy and soft and I swear this thing is heated.  I'm sitting in the corner seat, so I'm basically just curled up in a pile of cushy warmth.  Such joy.
What a lovely day, however I'm not seeing any homework being done this afternoon...

Oh, babysitting.  Today is lessons day!
The first thing the youngest boy said to me when I picked him up was 'here ya go' and thrusted a saxophone case at me.
No no no, that is not how you speak to me, I had to explain to him.  So then we had a short lesson in manners, and I carried his sax back for him.  It wasn't as mean as it sounds, it was more like jokes and giggles while I told him to say please and thank you.
And then the middle child came hobbling in on crutches, because he broke both his feet at gymnastics, and now the boys are teaching me the ways that they multiply numbers.  The middle child just proved his genius by doing a ridiculously hard math problem in his head.  It was thousands times thousands.
And now the boys are discussing the war ending, a nine and a twelve year old.  The youngest of the kids says he wouldn't want to go to war because it'd be too boring, and if he died he'd want to die a more exciting way than being blown up.
I just left it alone.
The kids are really funny though, they're teaching me to be smart.  I wonder if they're just bored or if they actually think that I am unintelligent.
Also, as a plus, the mother came home to pick something up for a second and turned the heat on in the house.
Hallelujah.
Too bad I'm already bundled up in my sweats and wool socks.
Anywho, the day is going well so far, and now we're going to watch mythbusters.

Why does everyone hate on Tim Burton?  All I wanted to do last night was watch Corpse Bride and Laura and Sarah both told me they'd leave.

And now I'm watching it on my own computer and Sarah makes me put head phones in because she hates it so much.
The same thing happened when I wanted to watch Nightmare before Christmas.  I don't even want to suggest Edward Scissorhands, Beetlejuice, or Sleepy Hollow...
But the thing is, it's Halloween-time.  These movies are PERFECT for this time of year.  Sadly, I think I'll be watching them alone.

Another day, another philosophy class.  Today our professor is telling us about how his TA's are going to 'defecate' on all of our papers that we're handing in today so we can cry ourselves to sleep, because 'that is how we learn'.  I hate this class oh so much.  Now he's talking about how the average grade on this paper is a three out of ten, and that no one gets an A in the class.  There's NO way I'm taking this class again, so this man better not fail me.
However, there are only eleven more of these awful classes, but one more debate and I'll have to re-do my paper because he'll undoubtedly destroy my first one.
At least this week is significantly better.  It's a good week so far.  Also, I think it may have to do with the fact that I'm not a complete bum this week like I have been every other week.  I realized that yoga pants and sweatshirts were taking over my life, but now I'm back.
Speaking of being less bum-like, I'm going to do a few hair/make-up tutorials within the upcoming week, just for fun.
Also, I am SO excited for Thanksgiving break.  I miss my family so much, and my house and my pups and my friends and my room and my TV and candles and seasonal decorations.  Ahhh, what a difference between now and this time last year.  Last year I was like clinging to my dorm saying don't make me go home, and now I'm like let me leave!  Four weeks from today, we shall leave (Sarah and I).
Sarah's coming back to Jersey with me for thanksgiving, which will be really fun because she will understand so much about me once she lives with my family and experiences my friends for a few days. We're going to go to my high school's thanksgiving football game and then off to princeton for thanksgiving dinner with the whole family!  It'll be nice, I'm really excited.
And then I am SOOO excited for christmas break.  I'm literally going to have an internal party ever day of break because that will mean that I never (hopefully) have to go to another examined life, scientific enterprise, old testament, or women's lit class.  And I can just sleep and do nothing for a solid month.  Actually, the time between now and thanksgiving break is almost exactly as long as christmas break is.  That makes it seem shorter, I think.  Oh well.
ALSO Sarah and I have discovered a new obsession: Once Upon A Time.

It's a new TV series Sunday nights on abc, and it premiered two days ago.  Basically, it's genius.  It includes all of the classic fairytale characters like snow white, rumpelstiltskin, jiminy cricket, etc.  And basically, the fairytale characters have a curse put on them by the evil villain and send them to Storybrook, Maine, where they are frozen in time and forget who they are, so they all just act as normal people in a town.  But then there's all these twists and such and ahhh it's so good.  I think it's definitely a girly series, I can't see any guy willingly tuning in every week.  But yes, I highly recommend it.
This classroom is freezing.  Bleh.  I'm going to do some reading now.
Enjoy your tuesday!

Photo Memories of Last Week...

Sarah's slice mark after attempting to open a birthday package.

The fantastic birthday cake amidst the bio hazard we call our room.

Yeah, we blindfolded her.

And to begin a hopefully better week, we have a delicious smore, and are about to watch sweet home alabama.

Bliss.

Also, I promised that zumba update.

Well, Sarah went, even though she wasn't feeling well, and gave it a shot.  But, after a song and a half I looked over and she was gathering her stuff and booked it.  It was the booty-shaking that ran her off...it's just not her thing.

But, it works out well because I'll go to zumba and Sarah will go upstairs to the machines and we'll be out at the same time.  Win win.

Also, our pumpkins have died.  Eeyore (Sarah's pumpkin)'s face is all moldy and is starting to cave into each other, and is growing massive mold on the inside.  Mine is also molding and caving in, but (surprise!) Sarah and I have yet to dispose of our decomposing pumpkins.  Mostly because our pumpkins are freakin heavy and we don't want to carry our giant pumpkins to the dumpsters in the middle of the day.

Also, Sarah and I are discussing the possibility of me visiting her in California, WHICH WOULD BE SO COOL.

California.  It's basically like a different country, as far as I'm concerned.

So cool.  If not over christmas break, sometime soon.

Anywho, movie time.

Oh, blog, it's been so long!
Yeah, I had a life this weekend- weird right?
Sike, not really, but it was a good weekend.  I got a super cute shirt when kesh, sarah, and I were shopping, saw some cute puppies, and had a delicious lunch.  Then Sunday we went to church and I just love my church.
And here we are, Monday again.  Amazingly, I've finished the impossible philosophy paper before five pm, so now all I have left for the day is reading seventy something pages and then watching a movie :)
After zumba, of course.  Sarah is a victim tonight as I am dragging her to our first zumba class!  It's my favorite kind of work out, so i really hope that she loves it, but she's not really into dancing, so it's a slim chance.
Anywho, we must depart, I'll let you know how it goes :)

Well, the end of the week is here.  And seriously, what an awful week, it's even beyond the point of laughing about it.
Let's recap.
Monday- Sarah cut her arm open with scissors, I had to write an outline for my impossible philosophy paper,  I had a pointless and uncomfortable meeting with a professor, and awaited the verdict of the Ireland trip, which never came.
Tuesday- I worked later than usual that morning, had to walk the dog in the freezing weather then take her to doggy day care, then my philosophy professor basically destroyed everyone's outline and told us all we're going to fail, then had an annoying women's lit class that I didn't read for, then found out that I didn't get into Ireland.  Unfortunately for Sarah, her birthday happened to fall upon this terrible day.  Then after we celebrated her birthday with dinner, I snapped at one of my best friends over something stupid and made her really upset.  And then my other really good friend had something happen that made her so upset also.
Wednesday- It monsooned all day.  Literally, MONSOON.  I had a science exam on nuclear energy at 8am, then got completely soaked going to my next class.  Then I babysat for five hours in a FREEZING house, getting soaked each time I had to go out to the car to drive a child to their respected activities.  Then, Sarah and I got pumped for zumba, and we walked through the freezing winds and pouring rain to the gym where we found out that it was on thursday at eight, not wednesday at eight.  So Sarah and I stayed and I had a joke of a workout because I just wanted to do zumba.  So then I got completely soaked coming back from the gym, and wanted to shoot myself.
Thursday- I went to work, came back, slept, and prepared for Sarah and my hour and a half oral exam on Jane Austen's Persuasion, Willa Cather's O Pioneer, and Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie's Purple Hibiscus which turned out to be a long time of our professor making us talk and listen to her talk about marriage and love and then when we were finished she said we didn't do well enough to raise our grade but didn't do badly enough to lower it.  So it was basically a big waste of nothing, and then we went to class for another hour and a half with the same professor discussing out new book Inheritance of Loss, which was painful.  And I left class early because I was sick.  AND THEN that night Sarah and I went to go to zumba and we found out that they cancelled the class as a whole, so we just walked back where we watched movies and complained about how awful life was at the moment.
And then there's today.
Sarah and I went to a really painfully uncomfortable convocation about sex and physical attraction and relationships, and then I had a really boring class afterwards.  And I had a really gross lunch.  And I have to babysit later for a new family for five hours, so we shall see.  It could be really fun or horribly irritating.
But for now, life is fine.  Sarah and I are listening to christmas music and I just cleaned up my area of the room, and I have laundry in the washer.  Unfortunately, I have a TON of homework to do this weekend, including my impossible philosophy paper.
But, on the happy side, my mom sent me some new jeans in the mail, and Sarah, Kesh, and I are going shopping tomorrow!  It'll be nice.
And then tomorrow night Laura and I were invited to a birthday party at the WILD semester house for our friend Hannah, and I'm not sure if I'll go or not.  I really like Hannah, but I don't know if it'd be awkward to go because I kinda know everyone but not really.  We'll see, why not go?
Anywho, I've had enough of this week, and I therefore put this post to rest.

Well my day just got significantly worse.
After having two hours of discussing literature, I felt sick and went to the bathroom.
Then, an hour later, when there is only twenty minute of class left, I run out of the room to the bathroom where I get violently sick.
Has the gluten finally formed its attack?  Do I simply need more fruits and veggies?
Or, am I just dying?
So, I crawled back to my dorm and am now snuggled up with my fan and searching for a movie to watch.
But man, do I feel crappy all of a sudden.  I was feeling great just two hours ago.
Anywho, I'm hoping to have a swift recovery and go to zumba tonight, but we shall see.
In the meantime, I think I'm gonna chill on the gluten.

Also, yesterday I was really out of it and walked into the boys side of my dorm and went up to the room that's placed exactly where mine is only to find a very confused boy in there.  I stood there stupidly until I finally realized that wasn't my room.

This is me right now.  The family that I'm babysitting for doesn't use the heat, so me and the children are all huddled in blankets and sweatpants and wool socks and shivering.  It's a pretty pathetic picture.

To be fair though, I don't really blame the parents for not using heat yet, considering how much it must cost to heat a house through the seasons in New England.  And I doubt they thought it'd be this frigid right now.

Anywho, I am SO looking forward to going back to my room and snuggling up in my covers.  Maybe take a power nap.  I have a feeling that I'm going to be babysitting late today, which would be nice money-wise but unfortunate energy-wise.

Considering I have my first zumba class at eight, and homework to still complete.

I'm addicted to these cookies.  Lucky for me (and the children who also love these cookies) I'm much too full from lunch to go crazy on these cookies.

I'm literally so happy right now.  It's freezing and monsooning outside, and I'm on this wonderously comfortable couch in sweat pants and wool socks watching the nightmare before christmas, and the best part is I'm getting paid for it!  I only have two kids to watch today since the youngest is at a friend's house, and the two that I have are moreso teenagers than children (14&12).  So they're doing their thing while I sit here, available to tend to their needs if called upon.

Also, the sister is playing the piano right now, and I can't place where the song is from.  You know when you hear something that just takes you back to a feeling from a memory?  That's what it is, and I have no idea where it's come from.

I really enjoy working with this family.  The mom is cool and the kids behave and it's so nice to be in an actual house on a real comfy couch, instead of the lounge in my dorm with the terribly uncomfortable wooden couches.
Ah, luxury.
And also, tonight begins ZUMBA.
I loooooooooooove zumba and am so excited to begin!
Today is nice.

You.
I want you and your friends to die.

I'm soooooooo sleepy.  So so so so so so sleepy.  And there will be no relief today, because Wednesdays are the busiest of days.
Good things about this week:
I got a new charger for free from Apple.
It's nice and cold outside.
I have delicious leftovers in my fridge.
I'm making good money.
I'm going shopping on saturday.
I only have two children to babysit today instead of three.
It's half over.

Bad things:
I didn't get into Ireland.
I have a ton of homework.
I'm working every day.
I'm not getting a lot of sleep.
I have no energy for life.

Hmm, I actually feel like there's more substantial good things for this week than bad things.  How's that for a pick-me-up?
Well, it's an attempt.
I keep thinking of this song from Tangled.

when will my life begin?

I just had to 'peer review' a classmate's philosophy paper outline.  Poor girl, I did my best to give good critique, but she's probably reading my marks thinking well, that helped...(not)
Anywho, let's delve into my history with E.T.
It's pretty much embarrassing.  I used to dream about E.T killing me in various ways.  He's just really freaky, I'm not a fan of aliens.
Once, I dreamt that I was taking a shower and E.T came in, plugged in a toaster, and dropped it into my shower and tried to kill me.
Another time in real life I lost my glasses before bed and decided I would just find them in the morning before work.  So I go to sleep and in my dream I wake up for work and I still couldn't find my glasses.  And then I hear the jaws music, you know the duh duh duh duh, and E.T rises from beside my bed, and the worst part- he's wearing my glasses.  So not only do I have the dilemma of E.T in my room, but now I can't get my glasses either.
So, yes, not a fan of E.T.  He also pushed me off of a boat in another dream.
Basically, he wants me dead.
So I kind of think of E.T as the ultimate murderer.

TODAY IS SARAH/TIBBY'S BIRTHDAY!
she's twenty.
old.
a quarter through her life.
Anywho, she's now in her twenties, and I feel more like a child than ever.
Twenties?!  I'm not even CLOSE.
As Sarah has told me, once you hit your twenties you have to grow up and behave, so it's lucky for me that I have ten months left of childhood.

Also, I'm a fan of my philosophy class today.  My professor is craaaaaaaazy.  He's talking about our midterm and that he doesn't care that half of us failed it because we do what we want.  And now he's telling us that he's going to 'tear us down and crush our souls' when he's grading our papers due next week.
He just told us that he's going to make us cry ourselves to sleep over these papers.
Yay!
Okay I take back being a fan today.  Not a fan, not a fan at all.  He is now going on and on about how this paper will be impossible and we will all fail.

Also, I have yet to hear from Ireland.  Pins and needles, friends, pins and needles.
However I am excited about tonight's festivities.  Birthday dinner at Bertucci's and then Sarah's choice of movie.  And then studying the night away!  Sike, I'll be in bed by midnight.
Anywho, I'm going to go plan out my class schedule for next semester.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SARAH!

Miracle of the day:

MY COMPUTER CHARGER REVIVED ITSELF!!!!!


My main stressor of the day is officially gone!  Hoooooray!
Now to finish my philosophy outline...

So it's Sarah's last day of being a teenager and what does she do?
She carves a chunk out of her arm with scissors while opening up a birthday package.
So amidst blood and hyperventilating, we went to the health center and now she's all patched up.
Now I'm stressing because my computer is slowly dying and I don't have a charger to revive it, I have a meeting with my professor at five, and I have to write an outline for my philosophy paper for tomorrow on Decartes.  I hate this semester.
And I still don't know what's going on with Ireland.

It was a day of adventures for the three of us today.  Actually, four, because Kesha’s good friend from home (Katie) came along with us.  First, we went pumpkin picking at a farm down the road. 

The hayride took us to the pumpkin patch, where we were informed that there was a ‘scarecrow contest’ that a few people were putting on, so there were various scarecrows bordering the patch.  And a certain life-long fear met us there in the form of a scarecrow: E.T.

I’ll post later about the various dreams I’ve had involving E.T, but for now, let’s continue with the adventures.

Anywho, so E.T is chillin there on a post, and we go on and search for pumpkins.  Kesh got a small pumpkin with a twirly stem, Tibbs a 26 pound perfectly round pumpkin, and me a big boy that was over thirty pounds.  So yes, it was absolutely beautiful outside and the colors were fantastic. 

So then, we go to Kesh’s old high school’s senior football game, because her stepdad is a coach and also because Kesh was singing the national anthem to kick off the game!  Kesh was great, lots of people commented on how well she did, and we stayed a little while after.  During this time, we also had Desi, Kesh’s dog with us, and lots of people came up to pet her.  One was a six year old boy, who was chattering away and playing with Desi, while telling us stories.  For example, he told us a story of his neighbor’s dog, which ended with “Yeah, my neighbor’s dog ran away.  He got hit by a snow plow.  He didn’t come back.”  Kesh responded maturely, while Tibbs and I couldn’t contain our laughter.

Then, that night Kesh’s parents ordered us pizza, and when it had arrived I walked down into the kitchen Kesh comes running over to me whispering ‘there’s a boy in the dining room!  A boy is here!’  Too funny, we couldn’t stop giggling.  Turned out there was a boy, one of Kesh’s Stepdad’s football players we had invited to eat with us.  Poor kid didn’t know what he was getting himself into.  Throughout dinner we just giggled and teased and then eventually everyone ate a super hot pepper just for fun.  Except for me, I must add so that my roommate will not heckle me, I merely chewed up the pepper and spit it out because it was both disgusting and really really spicy. 

Then we carved our fabulous pumpkins while watching Scooby doo, took a few embarrassing pictures with scarves, and are now being silly and watching enchanted.
Our pumpkins turned out fantastically.
Mine is princess and the frog themed, and kesh's is the elephant with the umbrella.

We just got back, which is kind of a bummer.  It’s always nice going to Kesha’s house on break, her family is so great.  And oh was break fabulous and far too short.

Anywho, I still have yet to hear from the Ireland people, unfortunately.  Driving me crazy, this uncertainty.

It is a beautiful fall day here in Alexandria, NH.  There are colorful leaves on and off the trees everywhere, and we are getting ready to go pumpkin picking!  I'm so excited, pumpkin picking is my favorite fall activity, and it's going to be ten times better than usual because New Hampshire is gorgeous and I'm going with Kesh and Tibbs.
Then we are going to continue the fall fun and go see a football game where kesh is singing the national anthem, and hopefully close the day out with phantom of the opera and pumpkin carving :)
What a fantastic day ahead of us.
And what would make it even more magnificent is if I got accepted into the Ireland trip today!
We shall see.
Enjoy the lovely day!

We have arrived!  Kesh, Tibby, and I got to NH last night around eight thirty, and now we're preparing for our day of extreme laziness.
I feel like I need to let you in on an embarrassing story from our journey last night.
We had driven two hours and were driving the last five minutes through Bristol to Kesha's, when we see a fluffy animal walking around on the side of the road.  Thinking it's a big fluffy black kitty, I slow down and start to pull over.  I don't know if I thought I was going to touch it or pick it up or what I was planning, but I was going to go to it.  And so I'm almost parked when the animal turns around and we see that this animal is in fact, not a kitty.
The next thing I know everyone in the car is shouting SKUNK, SKUNK!  And I sped away, only to pull over again because I was laughing so hard.
Like seriously, my luck.  I would have totally gone over to play with it thinking it was a kitty, probably to get sprayed and never live it down.
So quad break begins.

Guess who found a headlamp and has no other means of entertainment?

That's right.

The one that has two children gone at activities, and one left.

One that is currently using his calculator to make words.
We're both a little bored.

I asked him if he wanted to take photos with headlamps and for some reason, he denied.

But calculator fun, now that's a different story.

Children.

So a few minutes ago I was making a sandwich for one of the boys and I see him crawling by with his brother riding on his back.  It soon got quiet, which is never a good thing with two energetic boys.  I just walked into the living room and both the boys are sprawled out on the floor, looking less alive than they did twenty minutes ago.  But no worries, I asked them to raise their hand if they were still alive and they both did, so my job is still secure.  They said they're playing 'mechanical bull'.
Never a dull moment.

To add to the merriment, I just realized that I have a 'scheme' due for my philosophy class this coming Tuesday.  I don't even now what that is.  I hate that class so much.  But a week after that my first draft of my research paper is due.

Oh man, is break coming at a good time.  What a terrible week.  What a terrible quad.  I just found out that it's going to be eighty dollars to buy a new computer charger, and I only have barely enough money saved up for the passport.  Money is stressful, especially because it seems that gas eats up quite a bit.  And tonight, while I'm excited to be going to NH, driving sucks, especially when I'm this exhausted.
I'm just cranky, I need sleep and a new semester.
A puppy would come in handy right now.  Or perhaps a disney movie.  Or getting accepted into Ireland.
However, as the pessimism grows, I feel like I'm going to get in now, with the way things are going.  My life works in patterns, so chances are life's just gonna blow for the rest of the semester.
Aw, my mom just texted me and told me to expect a little package at the end of the week.  I love motherly sympathy, she's just precious.
So I'm not quite sure there will be blogging for the next few days, due to the fact that kesh's house does not have wifi.  I'm going to try to keep my laptop off until friday just to check my email about Ireland.  So, we shall see.
Anyways, I'm going to go read and attend to the children.

So that was officially the most disturbing movie we've seen this year, possibly ever, although 'chain mail' and 'the human centipede' (neither of which I've even seen all the way through) are definitely there in the running.
It was just gross.  That girl was a freaking nut.  Sarah and I kept on going back and forth to say which one of us was the crazy one, but then it got really sexually gross and we were like yup, that would definitely be neither of us.
So yes, I would never recommend this movie to anyone, since now Sarah and I are skeeved and jumpy.  Sarah even thinks it's creepier than the strangers or silence of the lambs.
Terrible, terrible movie.  I'd say we're gonna be on edge tonight, especially since Sarah is plotting to take advantage of my paranoia and stand over my bed some night.
Let's hope it's a bluff, and no, Sarah, that is not a challenge.
We are now putting on the end of Serendipity in the hopes that we forget all about this movie, and we've also agreed to never again speak of it.
Deal.

Oh, today.
Here's some background story.  My mom is an avid sewer, she loves making quilts and costumes and all that nonsense, super crafty.  I could not be more opposite.  I absolutely hate crafts, sewing, fabric, and basically everything that comes in a Jo Ann fabrics store.  For as long as I can remember, my mom would truck me along to that terrible store and spend hours -literally, hours- looking through all sorts of fabrics and yarn and thread and oh I wanted to just pull my hair out.  However, once I hit my teens I was able to for the most part, escape from these outings.
Until tonight.
Sarah has been set on going to Jo Ann's for a few days now, to make a quilt.  So, reluctantly, I went with her.  It wasn't terrible,  but it was by no means fun.  I just stood there while Sarah picked through the three rows of fabric over and over.  However, there was a moment of excitement when I found the disney fabric section.
Anywho, after thirty or forty minutes, Sarah finds the fabric she wants, with what looks like a coach brand type pattern on it.  So she brings it up to get cut, and the lady says it won't let her register it into the machine, so she asks the guy behind her and this is where it gets silly.  Turns out, the fabric company called a day or two ago and asked to have that fabric pulled from the store because it bares too close of a resemblance to the coach pattern.  So, it could not be sold.  But he thanked us for finding this fabric because apparently they had been looking for it for hours to pull it out.
Like seriously, our luck.
And so the guy is really apologetic because he saw us picking around for so long.  And when we finally pick out the fabric, the guy makes sure we got these ridiculous discounts.  Basically, for less than the price of one of the fabrics, Sarah got two.  It was a sweet deal.
So it was worth it.
And then I got a text message from Laura who had taken my computer charger to the apple store to have it fixed, saying that sadly, Fernando's charger is dead.  So, add that to the list of things needing to be bought.
But on the plus side, I finished my research paper around 3:30 this afternoon, so now all that's left of the night is a movie and bedtime :)
The movie, by the way, is the roommate.

It may totally freak both Tibby and I out, but I feel like since we already threaten to move out every other day, it can't get much worse, right?
Sike, we like each other in real life.
Anywho, I'm gonna watch this movie and get some sleep.
Goodnight, world!

Also, the phantom of the opera is heartbreaking.  It's one of my favorite shows, and I love the movie as well.  It's so sad though, I know the phantom is a super creep and has some creepy sexual attraction to Christine, but I also think he really loves her.  And I think that she kind of had some sort of love for him as well, before he captured her and tried to kill her fiancé.  And even if she didn't love him, she felt for him because he had such a hard life.  There's this one specific scene and just kills me, it's right after Christine pulls the phantom's mask off and he drags her down to his lair, and then Raoul shows up and the phantom wigs out and threatens to kills Raoul if Christine choses him over the phantom.
The reason why I think it's so sad is because Christine is singing and she's saying 'the tears that I might have shed for your dark fate grow cold and turn to tears of hate."
The part that really kills me (and I play over and over because it's so sad) is when she's singing to the phantom and calling him angel of music and especially when she says 'angel of music, you deceived me', because it shows that she didn't think of him as a monster until he did this.  Poor phantom, I would have chosen him.  Raoul is annoying.  The phantom loved her so much and in the end he even let her go because he loved her so much.  And then he's sitting there with his little singing monkey toy because it makes him happy and ahhhhhh it's just so sad.
Check out the part I'm talking about, so sad.  Poor phantom.

the part that kills me starts at 7:33, especially 7:53

My day has improved significantly.  I have just completed my research paper and it's not even four o'clock.  I fully expected to just waste time and procrastinate and then finish it around midnight, however I guess I thought I'd be a good student today or something.
Anywho, now all I have is the terrible OT discussion, missions fair for a bit, then evening chapel.  And then, ladies and gentlemen, I am free.
Well, sort of.
I mean I still have tomorrow, but that won't be nearly as bad as today.
So I'm going to watch a movie now and bask in my relief, adios!

Guess what I found out just now!  This 'case study' that I have due tomorrow is not in fact a case study, but a research paper on nuclear energy.
Yes.  Freaking out?  I'm past that.
Also the exam this morning?  Who knows what that will turn out to be.
All I have to do is get through today.  Oh man I can't wait for seven pm tomorrow.

Today is a terrible day and it hasn't even started!  I have an impossible exam in a half hour, then a 'discussion' with my women's lit group to prep for our oral exam, then ot discussion group, then missions fair, then evening chapel.  And somewhere in there I have to write my case study and pack because...
I'M LEAVING TOMORROW.
Finally, right?  Also I'm not feelin too good at the moment, health-wise.  Unfortunately it doesn't matter if I'm dying, the show must go on.
My plan is that after my lit discussion I'm going to lock myself somewhere and write my case study so that tonight when I'm totally exhausted and hating the world I can just go to sleep.
Brilliance.
Anywho, time to truck it on over and power through this terrible exam.
Wish me luck!

Fairytales and Golden Pumpkins.

I'm in a mood, a lovely whimsical, fairytale type mood.  I'm thinking of love and the future and all of the possibilities.  I want to be a ballerina, a dancer, an actress.  I want to be on broadway.  And I don't care so much if that's unrealistic or not going to happen.  Because the idea is just too nice.  I could get an internship for a theater company and somewhere down the line see my name in lights.  Or I could get dance lessons and do a summer dance program and be casted as a dancer on broadway.  Or maybe I could just fall in love, and be completely satisfied.  So many possibilities!

"I'd rather sleep my whole life away than have you keep me from dreaming."

This is literally going to be the longest three days I've ever experienced.  I hate when you're really excited for something and then all the time in between just takes forever.  Luckily/unluckily I'll be doing the never-ending readings and assignments for this week.  Also, I've been trying extra hard lately to pay close attention in Old Testament since I'm bombing the tests, and it's so hard to not start daydreaming, especially when I'm so excited for NH/finding out about Ireland.  I'm going to a missions fair tomorrow evening to check out the other trips and get excited about more opportunities so it won't be such a hard blow if i find out I'm not going to Ireland.  Also this freaking passport thing is making me nervous.  My mom has yet to mail me my birth certificate and I need it to apply.  What if I don't get it in time?  I know I'm going to be cutting it close even if I do get accepted.
I just need to chill.
I really want a taco.  We have such delicious mexican places here at school mmmm I just love it.  We also have this delicious indian place like twenty minutes away and oh is it fantastic.  Lucky for me, in an hour and twenty-three minutes I'll be eating lunch from lane!  Gross.
Also, this weather is pretty much pissing me off.  It's so stinking hot in my room and outside and it's a third into October.  Global warming.  Ruining my life.
Anyways, it's time for class.
Toodles.

I'M GOING TO HAVE A MOULIN ROUGE THEMED WEDDING.
And my wedding song will be 'come what may'.
Yes.  Genius.

So a thought just occurred to me, as I sit in Chesters drinking an extra flavorful steamer.  What if I don't get in.  To the Ireland trip.  Like, what if I don't in fact get chosen and the trip still happens without me?!  That's the thing with desires such as these, I want to go so badly that it's almost as if it can't even happen without me.  Like, I must be on this trip.  However, the world does not in fact revolve around me and there is quite a large chance that I will not get in.  I need to accept this.  Oh, but only FOUR TO FIVE DAYS until I find out!  And if I find out that I am not in, I will force myself to be perfectly fine and find more trips to apply for.
Also, I really want to watch the Nightmare Before Christmas.  It's one of my favorites, and since it's about both Halloween and Christmas, it's always a battle as to when to watch it: before halloween or after?  But, I think I'll watch it closer to Christmas because I can never have enough christmas movies.
Also also, I'm listening to 'Your Guardian Angel' by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus and shoooot it's magic.  This song can make you fall in love thirty seconds into it.  So lovely, however this is only detrimental to my current mental state.  Kesh and I have been kind of overdosing on weddings lately, and Tibby and I on chick flicks.  So with the combination of the two, I'm itching for the idea of marriage.  Or a wedding, really.
Actually, just a date.  I miss dating.  But, lucky for me, I'm more involved in homework and traveling (Ireland?!) than boys and dating.  Hmm, is that lucky for me after all?  I guess I'm not sure.
Anywho, Tibbs turns twenty in nine days, and we have all of these fun things planned for this week (once break starts), so life is good.
And this campus is gorgeous which is always such an encouragement just for every day life.
I'm off to study, talk to you soon!

oh, the heat.  I hate it.  Anything about sixty-five degrees makes me just want to curl up in front of a fan and sleep.  However, despite the fact that I have a boat load of things that need to get done today, I was in church this morning and a guest pastor spoke on laziness.  Directly to me.
I'm lazy.  I watch too many movies, sleep too much, don't feel like doing what needs to be done.  But not anymore, no sir!  I'm actually motivated to lock myself in the library and get my work done, because laziness is never a good quality, in any part of life.  Who knows, I may even go to the gym later.
It's also been bangs weekend in the Sarah suite.  I was at the mall with kesh and Tibbs and decided to get my bangs back (bad timing, it's not cold enough for bangs) and then while watching a movie last night, I cut Tibby some bangs of her own.  She's a bit too shocked to appreciate them as of now (not because I messed up but because she was used to her old hair style) but soon enough she'll love em.

Bangs!
And I gave Kesh bangs like a month or so ago, so we just had bangs all around!  I also bought these really stellar boots that I will probably wear everywhere once the weather decides to return to October instead of freaking August.
On the plus side, 51 days till thanksgiving break, 3 until quad break, and two until the weather hits sixty again.  Joy.
Also I've been shoving my face with gluten and nothing has happened.  I almost feel better, in a way.  Who knows what's goin on.
So, I'm gonna get started on my productive day of anti-laziness.  We've got cleaning, laundry, old testament, and some examined life studying.  Those are what I absolutely plan to accomplish today, maybe even a little more if I'm feelin good.
We'll see.

Monday & Tuesday of next week are going to be wonderful.  Monday I don't have to work because the kids have off school so i get to sleep in until ten if I so desire, and then I only have one class.  However I will have to study the entire day for an exam the next day.  And Tuesday all I have is an exam and then a discussion about the books we've read in my class with my group.  Oh, actually I forgot I have discussion group that night.  That kind of puts a damper on the super fun day.  But, oh well.  Then Wednesday I have the horribly early/long science class, chapel, then old testament and then I'm working for six hours.  Oh, I also have the case study due Wednesday.  Actually, next week is probably going to suck, I take back all the excitement.  BUT, Wednesday night we depart to New Hampsha, which will be a few days of nature and relaxation and DELICIOUS food because Kesha's mom is an amazing cook.
Also, I need to mention the events of last night.  Kesh, Tibbs, and I went to the mall to look at craft stuff and Tibby needed to find winter gear and such so while Tibbs was at other stores getting stuff she needed, Kesh and I went to the pet store.  And in this pet store were the cutest mix of puppies I have ever seen.  We sat in front of one of their glass cages and this little toy fox terrier started licking the glass trying to get to us and it was so sad.  And even though we weren't planning on buying a puppy, I asked the lady if she'd let us play with him anyways.  And she was totally cool with it.  So not only did we get to play with the hyper fox terrier, but she brought us his schnoodle friend to play with, which was so precious because he looked just like my little schnoodle at home with different coloring.  Anywho, it was soooo precious.  Kesh and I sat in the little pen with the two puppies jumping all over us and biting and scratching and they were just so cute.  I held the schnoodle up and he was just staring at me and licking my face and oh, the cuteness.  And then I asked how much they were, and the lady said they're each ONE THOUSAND DOLLARS.  For a puppy!  So much money, we got my schnoodle from a pet store for three hundred dollars.
But anywho, it was an adorable time.  And Tibbs got all her shopping done while we were playing with the pups.
I want a puppy.
This is almost exactly what the puppy looked like that wanted so badly to play with us and ending up biting the crap out of our hands haha.

Are you dying?  I was.  He was SO CUTE.  And this was his friend.

Oh, I need to get a puppy.  I might just go back and visit these boys every week until they find a home.
Ahh, anywho, HORROR WEEK IS OVER.
Such joy.
Musical week starts tomorrow and will carry into quad break, which will be a wonderful change.
Enjoy your saturday, there will be more posts to come as always.

It's a joyous day in the babysitting house today.  Since it's a weekend, the kids are allowed to watch TV and the youngest just told me that their school doesn't give homework on weekends ever until you hit seventh grade.  How sweet is that?!
If only college was so merciful.  But tis not, so I have quite a bit of reading and studying to do this weekend.  I had an Old Testament exam this afternoon which didn't seem to bad, and then I have a philosophy exam on Tuesday which very well may kill me.  And then I have a case study due Wednesday which I should probably do this weekend, then babysitting till seven, then off to NH for a relaxing few days (and then I find out about Ireland :) )
I feel like such a housewife when I babysit here.  I'm sitting by the window watching one of the kids play in the field across the street with my book next to me in this cute New England home.  All I need is a cup of tea and a crackling fire in the fireplace.  Oh, the precious-ness.
Now I'm off to make lunch for one of the children before taking him to gymnastics, I'll be back at school before I know it!
Enjoy your lovely friday!  The weekend is hereeeee!

Horror Week Is Really Getting To Me.

I'm a wimp, I know.  But today we watched one of the scariest movies ever (in my opinion).  Go ahead and hate, but it's actually terrifying.
The Strangers.  Just google image it, and you'll be looking behind you all paranoid.  I was going to put a photo on this post, but I can't even do that because I don't ever want anything to do with that movie ever again.  And now, I can't sleep.  What's annoying is that I was ready for bed at 9:30.  It's now eleven, and there's no hope.  Honestly, it's because Sarah isn't in the room.  And do I want to be alone in a dark room knowing that there could very well be masked murderers in my closet?  Of course not.  Therefore, I'm waiting until Sarah comes back so I can sleep soundly knowing that she's watching out for the bad guys.
So sad, I know.  I'm only 19 though, monsters are still real for another year, right?
I mean, I'd say once I hit twenty, it's time to start growing up.  But for now, never never land it is.
Anywho, there's only one more scary movie, and it's really stupid so I should be fine.
But, thankfully, Sarah has just returned!  So, I feel safe and sound and will sleep comfortably now.
Yeah, I'm a freak.  I'm not a night person.  Anyways, to sleep I go.

Also, I have the best momma in the world because even when I'm freaking out saying I'm going to fail a test/class/life, she's always saying that's fine, just do my best.  She's super supportive, and I never feel pressure from her to be perfect, which is nice.
So, friends, I think I'm going to go ahead and get some sleep here at 9:30 pm.  Because everyone prefers a well-rested Sarah.
Also also also, to add the excitement of bedtime, tomorrow will be an exciting day because I'M APPLYING FOR A PASSPORT.  That's right, I'm going global.  Hopefully.
Ahhhhh Ireland...

The True Story. (and a photo of my frog friend)

Okay, here's where the blog gets personal.  Let's hash into the La Vida dramatics that have been the last six months of my life.  La Vida is an outdoor education department at Gordon, and the La Vida trip is a twelve day backpacking trip through the Adirondacks.  You can do that, or you can do an on-campus six week ropes course class twice a week if you are less excited about trekking for two weeks through the mountains.  I chose discovery.
After doing discovery, I was so encouraged about myself and my abilities and made great friends and thought that I had found a niche, that I had discovered myself or something.  And then I heard about a semester-long program that was all hiking and rock climbing and outdoor sport and I thought wow, that's intense.  That's something to be proud of.  And that's what I wanted the most, something I could tell people about and be really proud of.  A risk that I had hit in the face with accomplishment.
So I went to meetings, applied, interviewed, and was accepted into the program.  Now, I wasn't completely naive.  I had been told by many people that I didn't know what I was getting myself into, that I was going to have to be on a really strict training schedule, that this was going to be hard.  That's what bothered me, that people who knew so little about the program kept telling me it was going to be hard, in a way that would suggest that I thought it was going to be a skip through the woods.  Lots of people, I'd even say most people, didn't think I would be able to do it.
It really got to me after a while, the constant looks like I was crazy and people obviously thinking I have no business being on that trip.  I know I was inexperienced, but shoot, give me a chance.  So then I got signed up to do La Vida as a test run.
So I did it.  I hated it, but I did it.  And I had no intention of pulling out of the WILD semester, I was going to prove everyone wrong, even if I had to be miserable for the whole semester.  I just so desperately wanted to be different, to be strong and proud of this.  But this is the less-talked about part of the story, I got sick on La Vida.  We thought it was a gluten thing, but whatever it was, it was enough to get me hiked out to sit at base camp for four days.  I cried the whole way to camp, I have never felt like such a failure than that moment.  I was weak and I didn't succeed.
So I stayed at base camp for four days, and every time the director looked at me, he had this look of disappointment that I couldn't have imagined.  It was clear, he thought I was being a princess.  I don't really blame him, but it was so frustrating because it was out of my hands.
Anywho I was hiked back in after four days at base camp, and spent two days on solo, where we all had separate campsites which consisted of a tarp tied between a few trees to block rain, and a sleeping bag on the ground beneath the tarp.  For two days I laid on my sleeping bag staring at the tarp thinking of how much of a failure La Vida was and how much I had let my team down and myself down.  I gave up.  After the two days of solo, we all went back to base camp for one more night.  The next morning, La Vida ended with an 8.6 mile run that all of the participants did.  I came in last.
After the run, the director of the program pulled me aside and asked me how it was.  I lied and said that it was fine, hard but good and that I was excited for the WILD semester.  He told me he didn't think that it would be a good idea if I did the WILD semester because of my gluten allergy and that he wasn't sure it was a good fit for me, and he was just speaking really politically and basically avoiding what he really wanted to say, so I asked him.  "Do you think that I can't do it?"  And he just looked at me, and shook his head and said he was sorry.
Now, it's one thing to have a friend not believe in you, it's another when the man who designed the program says you're not capable.  I cried.  So, last minute, I had to register for classes for fall semester and find housing and figure out what the heck had just happened.
I'm still ashamed of my performance on La Vida, that I couldn't be better, stronger.  I had everything planned out, and it kind of all blew up.
And now I'm here, fall semester taking terrible classes and not doing much with my life.  It's boring.  I've been trying to figure out why this happened, why God wanted me here this semester disappointed instead of succeeding on the WILD semester.  I don't care what anyone says, I could have done the WILD semester and I could have been really good on that trip.
So anywho, that's where I'm at right now.  Frustrated and bitter.
But, like all things, I'll get over it.

I CAN'T FOCUS.
I can't do it.  My brain is literally saying no more, I quit.  I have an important exam in Old Testament tomorrow but I cannot focus enough to feel good about what I know!  I'm so stinking tired, I just want to be lazy and go to sleep.  Also I can't stop dreaming about Ireland...

But back to reality.  I have two hours of class in the morning, then an hour to study, then my exam.  Following the exam I have an hour and a half of babysitting, and then I'm free.  And then all that stands between me and quad break is four classes and something like seven hours of babysitting.  I'M SO EXCITED.  Also, I ate pizza today.  Glutenous, delicious, artery-clogging pizza and shoot am I happy.  I feel fine.  I kind of feel like I'll be walking around tomorrow and just collapse and die or something, but right now I feel great.  Except for the sleep deprivation and the failure of this exam looming over me...

I think I'll just go back to dreaming about the land of the Irish.

Experiment of the day:

Peer pressure.  I'm gonna put all the blame on Sarah for the fact that I just ate a freaking donut.  We're still doing the whole feed me gluten and see what happens thing, so I guess a donut was just the next step. It's been about fifteen minutes and so far I feel perfectly fine, although I feel like I should have gotten a frosted donut or something a little more extravagant than a glazed, which Sarah ragged on me for also.

But the thing is, for me to get a blood test and find out if I have celiac's, I have to be eating gluten as much as normal people do to get an accurate diagnosis.  So I guess I kind of have to do this anyways.

Also, on this annoying Thursday morning, I went back to work now that I am fever-free and feeling good, but let me tell you, 6:15 is so so so early when every other day has been 9.  And I was extra tired because Laura, Sarah and I were up late being weird.  Being that I was so exhausted, I accidentally fell down the stairs at work this morning also.  This happens to me far more frequently than the average person (no depth perception), so it's not that big of a deal, but shoot I'll definitely have a bruised leg tomorrow.

The reason we were up so late last night was because Laura and I were trying to give Sarah a nickname. This whole Sarah/Sarah thing really is getting confusing, especially if someone in the room is trying to talk to one of us and neither of us answer because we think they're talking to the other one.  The other one.  That's what we've come to.  So, we've decided to call her Tibby.  It's going to be weird at first making myself call her that, but oh will it be worth it when we have our own names!  Ah, the simplicity.

Anywho, that's what's going on in my world today, I'll be sure that someone updates you if the donut kills me.

Adios!

Okay I need to get this off my chest.  I'm in love, obsessed, and I cannot stop thinking about it.  What is it, you may ask, that has captured me so?

Ireland.

There is a trip through Gordon that is going to Ireland in January and oh do I want to go!!!  Not only have I never been out of the country (not even to Canada, folks) I have never been a missions trip through Gordon.  It's technically a 'service-learning' trip because the participants learn about the conflict between Catholics and Protestants in the area that they're going to (North Belfast), and they serve a peace-promoting organization by playing with the children and working the cafe and doing whatever needs to be done.  Oh how I want to go!!!!  I could ramble on an on about the aspects that interest me, but I'll spare you.

The problem is, however, that there are at least 36 people interviewing for this trip, and only nine people get to go.  I had my interview last night and while it was fun and seemed to go well, I don't know if it was exceptional or worthy of a spot on the trip.  I was told that I'll find out hopefully during quad break, which is in a week.  Such excitement!  

Also, here's the experiment of the month: can Sarah (me) eat gluten?  I have been gluten free for a few years, however I am recently convinced that this is no longer true.  Why and how, I'm not really sure.  However, I've been throwing in a teeny bit of gluten into my everyday life lately, and so far all's well.  Actually, I've had straight up flour tortilla wraps for the past three or four weeks and I've been totally fine.  I know I should go to a doctor about this, but I'm really not pumped about getting poked and prodded and having tubes down my throat as well as losing my identity as being gluten defective.  It's a part of me, being a 'glutentard' as my friends Brian and Eli fondly call it.  Do I want to give that up?

Well, quite frankly, yes I do.  Life would be a heck of a lot easier without checking ingredients on EVERYTHING and eating yogurt for dinner three nights a week.  But, we shall see, because like I said, I'm really not up for having a camera tube down my throat.

I'll cave eventually.

In the meantime, pray that I get accepted to Ireland!!  It'd be a dream.

It's days like these that I think I'll never leave New England: chilly, breezy, sunny weather.  Also, I think in the spirit of Halloween, my computer (Fernando) is turning into a phantom.  It just keeps doing the opposite of what I tell it to.  For example, when it's supposed to be asleep, I can still see the desktop background but when I awaken it, it goes to sleep.  Fernando the phantom.
It's a weird day.  I'm babysitting, and there are women upstairs cleaning the house and shouting in spanish, there are labeled jugs of water everywhere saying things like 'don't drink'  and 'drink' because the Wenham water supply is currently contaminated with e. coli so all water must be boiled before coming into contact with it.  And to add to the weirdness, I went to the store right before coming to babysit and when I came out of the store, there was a note under my windshield wiper.

It was this messy, ripped piece of notebook paper and all it said was 'your car reminds me of my Grandmother'.  It was in really messy boy handwriting, so it's most likely just some boy being goofy, but I'm going to disregard that and pretend that my car brought back some fond memory to a passerby today.  The whole drive to work today I thought of what that memory could have been.
Reading too much into this?  Always.
Anywho, the photo is below this post, take from it what you will.

found this on my car today...

found this on my car today..., a photo by sunmoonandsarah on Flickr.

Sarah and I cooked a delicious dinner last night for three of our friends.  We cooked lemon garlic chicken, and roasted potatoes and asparagus.

It was fantastic.  I also baked lemon bars for the first time without supervision of Sarah!  They were well received.

Unfortunately, the dinner took a little longer than we had anticipated to cook, so we were all drooling by the time it was ready.  

Rachel eating the crumbs out of the pan before dinner.

Kesh&Laura eagerly awaiting the delicious delight.  Also, you'll probably never see a photo of Sarah on this page (or anywhere else) because she hates photos.

Also, speaking of Sarah, we watched that terrible movie Sunday night, Silence of the Lambs.  While she wasn't even phased by it, I was pretty much terrified.  What really freaked me out was that the bad guy is so brilliant, he could not be captured.  So who's to say he's not under my bed waiting to eat me in my sleep?  

Because of this, I went to check under my bed before I went to sleep, like any reasonable person who wants to survive would do, and what does my lovely roommate do just as I go to peer under the bed?  She shuts the light off.  Yes, bad roommate.

Anywho, I've since recovered from this terrible movie, and we only have Alice in Wonderland, When a Stranger Calls, The Invisible, and My Girl left.  By the way, I'd like to point out that it is Sarah who chooses the schedule for the movie weeks, and therefore twas her choice to put My Girl into horror week.

Exciting fact of the day:

In 8 days Kesh, Sarah, and I leave for New Hampshire for quad break!  So nice, so excited.  Kesh lives in the middle of nowhere New Hampshire which actually turns out to be the cutest getaway spot, because her town is adorable and so is her family.  Anywho, I'm really excited.

How lovely October is turning out already.