Tom.  My heart explodes for this boy.  I fell in love with him when I was eleven years old and to this day words can't express how much I care about him.
To outsiders, it looks like I have this huge crush on him, but those who know us understand that we have a crazy relationship past the point of attraction or any of that nonsense.  We are the most genuine kind of friends, and I don't think I'll ever have a friendship as meaningful as this one.  He makes me say mushy stuff like this.
But really, he's an incredible man.  I finally got a chance to call him and catch up, and we talked for the longest time about the many memories we've shared over the past nine years.
Sometimes I just need to say how much I love him.

I can't remember the last time I was this angry.
So in place of a final, I have a group project to pitch to my professor during the final exam period.  So I was put in a group with three boys and a girl and we decided to do a fiction short film piece.  We picked one of the boys' ideas and started developing it except every time I offered some input, this one boy shot it down and gave one of his ideas, which of course were always accepted because that's the polite thing to do.  The whole class period was being run between the girl and the nasty boy; he would give an idea and she would be like yeah that's great and put it into the story and I hated all of it.  But at the same time I know it's not just my project so I tried not to disagree with all of the ideas but literally I gave at least ten ideas/suggestions and they were all shot down and it was so incredibly discouraging.  And the boy was just so convinced that his insight was genius and everything I came up with was crap.  And the other two boys just sat there and didn't say anything when this guy is like stomping all over me.  I wasn't expecting them to pick a fight with him, but come on guys back me up.
It's just so incredibly frustrating because there are things that I know will not work with this story and things that I really think would make it better, but no one will listen to me and the boy is undermining everything I say so I just come across as stupid and incompetent.
So basically I just want to start screaming/punch that freaking kid's face.
And I realize this may seem like I'm just being really dramatic and freaking out about nothing, but this project is really important to me.  I take this class seriously, because this is what I want to do with my life. So to do my best to contribute and be a part of this project and be continuously shut down and have every input rejected is more than personal, and I'm not just going to step aside and let it happen.

I was in a super good mood all day and kept texting Kesh and telling her things like how I felt like I was invincible and silly things like that.  Then the adventures began.
So it started out with getting assigned to my final project group in visual storytelling, which wasn't in itself an adventure but foreshadowed the eventful days of filming/writing/brainstorming ahead.  A few classes later I'm headed to babysit, like I do every Monday.  As I'm waiting in the empty house for the kids to come home, I notice a weird smell, almost like a wet blanket was hidden somewhere in the room.  And I'm watching Ellen on youtube and thinking about how weird it smells and the child comes home about fifteen minutes later, at which point I suddenly have a horrible headache.  And then it clicks.
I run over to the stove and notice the front burner is on full blast without the flame, and start to realize the danger.  So I run around the house opening windows and doors and telling the child (who likes to light candles) that if he lights a match we all die.  The scene ends with the child and I sitting on the lawn out front, waiting for the older kids to get home.
It's all good now and I've called the mother and checked all the pets, so crisis averted.
Also, I'm feeling pretty thankful that I turned off the burner before I passed out and died.
And then I go and drop off the middle child at gymnastics, return home, and the youngest informs me that he sent a hockey puck through a window in the house, shattering it.
So basically never get cocky about how good you are at life, because then you'll get hit with a bunch of crises.
But now I must go because I just heard the youngest scream followed by 'uh-oh...'

Oh, the babies.  They kill me.
I did nursery this morning at my church and it was precious.  Minimal crying, lots of snuggling, and all the kids I was in charge of were potty-trained.  There's one little girl that is literally the most precious child ever.  She's this tiny little girl with giant green eyes and she's just so sweet.  She asked me what my name was, gave me a hug, and then introduced me to every child in the room.  She also told me I was pretty and that she loved me, which was adorable.
And then there was a ten month old boy that I carried around the whole time because every time I put him down he shrieked.  Oh, the cuteness.  It's probably the best way to start off the day.
And now I want a baby.
Alas, I must begin the day and get some work done.  I have a spanish essay due Tuesday and my documentary is do tomorrow, so there is quite a bit of editing and spanish ahead of me.
Happy Sunday :)

Countdowns!
We are nearing our last full week of sophomore year!  I know people say all the time that semesters go so fast in college, but it's really so true.  The end has crept up on us and I am not ready!
Days left of class:
Astronomy: 5
Perspectives on com: 5
Visual Storytelling: 5
Spanish: 3

So weird.  I have a documentary, a short film, an an incredible amount of studying to do in the next two weeks.  Three weeks from today I'll be home.
Also, my sister turns 23 in three days, which is totally crazy to me.
Also also, I'm loving this chilly/nice weather but I'm more than ready for summer weather.  Anywho, it's time for me to finish my documentary and get a move on this studying.
Happy Saturday!

We didn't get the apartment!  I'm really not concerned though because we'll most likely get a room in Fulton and that will be infinitely better than Wilson, and it'll be cheaper than an apartment.  I really don't see a reason in being upset about the apartment because Fulton is great.  So, I'm excited.
Also I feel like freaking crap.
So annoying, I've been on and off with a fever and I'm totally out of it.
And instead of doing my homework for my next class I've been looking at picture of st bernard puppies.

oh, it kills me.

Kesha and I have this plan for when we graduate.  We want to move to some city (New York?  Chicago?) and get a pet-friendly apartment and buy a st bernard to protect us from bad city folk.

And he shall be named Maximus.

But of course this little puppy will be giant in no time.

he's just so big and cute.

I cannot wait.

As for now I'd better get to class before I die.

TGIF.

You know what's annoying?
Bickering.
I have a newfound respect for my mom having to deal with my sister and I bickering for eighteen years.  Because right now I'm listening to the nine year old boy and fifteen year old girl bicker in the other room because the boy is breathing too loud and the girl cannot bear the noise.
It's insane.
Was I ever like this?!  They're going back and forth throwing childish insults and whining and ahhhhh.  It's maddening.
So now they are each in their separate rooms because I cannot take it anymore!
Ugh.  And now I shall watch Haywire and try to stay awake.