So today I went to pick up one of the boys I babysit from school.  His name is Jack and he's 8, the oldest of three boys I babysit regularly.  So I pick him up and we're driving back to his house and he's telling me about his day, and then he's quiet for a bit.  After a few minutes he says my name and I say yes, and he pauses before saying 'I'm happy you're happy.'  And while I thought this was pretty cute, I was a little confused and I asked him what he meant.  And he tells me 'well, I think you were sad last week, and now you're happy again.'
I almost started crying then and there.
The fact that this kid could pick up on how difficult last week was for me was crazy.  And sad.  And precious.
I love my kids.

"I Was Told By Jesus All Was Well, So All Must Be Well."

Good things about today:
The weather is lovely.
Corn chowder for lunch.
I was excused from my journalism class this morning.
I started my morning by interviewing a really interesting/entertaining professor.
My hair did just what I wanted it to do.
My professor helped me start my article.
I'm not tired, despite my lack of sleep.
I don't have to work.
I have really really great friends.

Music of the day:

So today I'm standing in line waiting to sign out a new camera/tripod, and one of my male friends looks at me and says he likes my 'poof', meaning my sock bun on the top of my head.  I thank him and ask his opinion on whether the bun is too big, and he gets this super confused look on his face and he's like 'uhh...I mean, I think it's nice'.  Like the idea of trying to understand the poof and what size it's supposed to be and what it means to be too big or too small was terrifying.  Uncharted territory.

So let's talk about this: Men are both oblivious and unnerved by female cosmetology.

It cracks me up.

A few weeks ago my friend Andrew came over to me and was like 'hey you look great, what did you do to your hair?'  And he was touching it and seemed really confused as to why my usually curly hair was super straight.  I told him I straightened it and he looked very confused and said 'oh, well whatever it looks nice'.  Like, do boys really not know what a straightener is and how essential it is to a woman?

Also, the fact that 'nice' is always the word of choice when complimenting a female friend is really funny to me as well.  It's like hey, you look pretty, but since you're a single girl that goes to Gordon College, I'm going to play it safe and say you look 'nice' so you don't read into it for more than it actually is'.  All of that is wrapped up in one little statement: you look nice.

And with that, I prove their point in over-thinking things.

I just think it's funny.

Sometimes I try to look at my outfit or hair or whatever through the eyes of a boy, and it cracks me up.

Like, why do I put a wand of goo through my eyelashes each morning?

Or why is there a sock in my hair?

The men may never know...

My heart hurts.
As does my head.
And the four shots of espresso aren't helping either ailment.
Six more hours till I can sleep.

So my sister has come and gone, just as break has as well.
It was so fun, and so nice to have a bit of home here.  But now she's gone and I'm homesick once again.  Let's recap, shall we?
Wednesday night I went into Boston and picked up Heather from the bus station, and then we came to school and hung out with Tibbs and Kesha.  And we waited till midnight and celebrated Tibbs' birthday.

Kesha wrote famous quotes on 21 balloons.  

The next morning we went out for brunch at a local diner, and Sarah opened the rest of her presents from her family and friends.

And then we went to a liquor store but they wouldn't sell to her because Kesh and I were with her and underage.  So they kicked us out.

I also decorated our door with John Green quotes, her favorite author.

Also, can I just say that Mulan is so badass!?!

I'm watching Once Upon a Time, in case you can't tell.

Anywho so after brunch and liquor store and such Heather and I went downtown into Beverly and visited all of the cute consignment stores.  

And then we went to Salem for a candlelit ghost tour.

It was really really cool.  We were guided through the streets for a 45 minute walking tour, where we stopped at various haunted and historical houses and heard some back story on them and how they related to the salem witch trials.  It was really cool.  So we did that and then we returned and watched Snow White and the Huntsman.
The next day we chilled.  We watched Hocus Pocus, which is one of our favorite Halloween movies.  Also, Heather's favorite holiday (above Christmas, if you can believe it) is Halloween, so that's why we did everything related to Halloween.
So we watched Hocus Pocus and Heather passed out.  So I went to work and came back and we went out to dinner at Not Your Average Joe's, which was fun because it was pouring and we just got to chill and chat.  When we came back from dinner we decided to watch the first five episodes of Scandal, a show Heather's obsessed with.  It was awesome and now I'm hooked.  Then yesterday we went to the mall and came back and watched the rest of Scandal and all the episodes so far of the Mindy Project, which was funny because Mindy has a scary resemblance to myself.
So yeah, we had so much fun.  Heather's really really really funny so she's fun to have around.
And now I am tired.
So i shall go to sleep.

I miss hiking.  I miss adventure camp and I miss discovery.
And I do not miss la vida.
But I miss hiking.