Brittany, Alyssa, and I decided tonight while we were in our honors seminar (the subject of which is science this year) that we are going to win the Nobel Peace Prize. At first, we weren’t sure how we were going to do it, but I had a brilliant idea (because only brilliancy can win such an esteemed prize): We will fill in the gaps in the ozone layer! He told the class, in answer to a question, that we actually create ozone with electrical sparks. The smell that comes from it is ozone. All we have to do is create a bunch of really large sparks. We may have to set fire to the world, but anything for science, right?

I was reading a book and there was something in it about eggs and a thought occurred to me. What happens to an egg when you boil it for too long? I’ve never done it, and I don’t have a stove handy to attempt it at the moment, but I’d really like to know. My friend Erika says they taste really bad, but does the egg shell crack or get harder or does the thing explode in the pot? If anyone knows, please tell me!

So for the first time ever, I pulled an all-nighter (nearly). I stayed up until 4 in the morning trying to do homework (which is still not finished). This morning, I woke up at 9:30 (though I meant to wake up at 10-that’s when my alarm was set for). I just noticed that I have a parenthesis in every sentence…

Anyway: I realized how tired I must be while I was getting dressed this morning because I wasn’t dressing myself properly. First, I tried to pull on pants over my shorts. Then, I put on a sweater before my shirt. Finally, I put my shirt on, then went to put my sweater on over it (the way it’s supposed to be done) and I put the sweater on backwards. I only realized this because the hood was covering my face….

Unfortunately, I’ll probably have to pull an all-nighter tonight, too…..

I have a cupcake hangover (which means I had two cupcakes last night: they made me hyper and sleeping has obviously not dispelled the effects) so this is sort of going to be an ADD blog.

Right now, it just started raining so hard!! I wanted to play in it with Brittany, but it’s kind of early to be playing in the rain. It’s so sad because it’s such perfect rain for playing in.

See what I mean?

Kaileigh and I just saw a squirrel stuck in a trash can while we were coming back from breakfast. We heard this noise, like claws scratching metal (sorry I couldn’t make it more imaginitive than that), and we see the poor squirrel attempting to jump out of the trash can. We could have watched it for hours probably if it hadn’t rescued itself after about a minute. I was kind of tempted to help it escape by taking out the trash bag or something, but scared squirrel=dangerous squirrel.  I don’t care how small he is, he could still scratch scars down my face. And the poor thing, when it got out, it’s tail wasn’t as bushy as it should have been .Kind of greasy and gross.

Why do so many women not like milk? I noticed that this morning when I ate cereal. I haven’t liked it since I was about 7. Kaileigh doesn’t like it, Brittany H. doesn’t like it. My sister does, but she’s a weirdo anyway (just kidding I love her). I know lots of women who dislike it, but I can’t think of any men who don’t like milk (unless they were lactose intolerant or something). I know not all women dislike it, but a lot of them do. I told Kaileigh maybe it has something to do with our ability to produce it. It would be an interesting experiment. I wonder if it’s been done? I kind of had the urge to go around and ask the women in the cafeteria if they liked it, but that was a side effect of the hangover.

I wonder if I should stop eating so much junk food?

I become quite talkative when I’m hyper. And I talk fast, too. Just read this really fast in your mind and you might get a sense of what I’m like hyper. But really, I just have so much to say when I’m hyper. I’m sure it drives people crazy. At least you can stop reading whenever you want. My poor friends; they have to risk hurting my feelings by telling me to shut up. And it’ s nearly impossible to get me to do it, anyway. Okay, I think I’m just going to stop.

The one drawback of having to ride a bike to work is that I’m at the mercy of the elements. If it’s blistering hot, I’m going to get really sweaty. If it’s raining, I’m going to get wet. I noticed last night while I was at work that it was raining. I wasn’t thrilled. But then I changed my mind-wouldn’t it be fun to ride my bike in the rain (maybe not safe-but fun)? I decided it would. Still, though, I couldn’t help staring out the windows and being torn. When I went outside to leave, the rain had stopped. I was simultaneously disappointed and happy.

But then…….when I got to Butts Road, it was raining! Not gently, either. So I got soaked on the way home and I couldn’t have been more ecstatic about it. Can you imagine what the people in their cars were thinking driving by some crazy girl on her bike in the rain mouthing the lyrics to the songs on her ipod? I can’t. When I got back to campus, I didn’t want to shower. I wanted to revel in my soaked state. There was, however, the threat of getting sick, so good sense won over and I took a hot shower.

But the incident kind of made me think that we’ve been socialized to dislike rain. I know when I was young I used to play in it all the time. But what does everyone do when it rains? They run for shelter. When you’re at school at recess and it rains, you have to go inside. Now, I understand that in the event of a thunderstorm it’s not safe, but rain itself isn’t harmful. I think over the years, it’s become sort of socially unacceptable to play in the rain. If you’re the only person not running to take cover under some building, people think you’re crazy. Even my friends sometimes think I’m crazy for wanting to play in it (though Aly did it with me once last year). For me, it’s kind of liberating playing in the rain. It brings back the inner child (even though, honestly, my inner child never grew up anyway). But I think people should play in the rain more often-give it a chance-because it’s more fun than trying to escape it.

Recently I’ve realized that the hallway outside of my room has become a sort of sanctuary for me, a place to be alone. It seems like such a public place, but in actuality, very few people pass by. We’re at the very end of one hallway and we aren’t on the way to any major sets of stairs, so it’s usually very quiet. Lately, I’ve been going out there to do homework (especially in the morning if I have to type something so I don’t disturb my roommates), to write poetry, and to talk on the phone. I have different places for each action, too. When I do homework, I lean against one hall with my laptop in my lap. When I write poetry, I sit in the corner next to the window. When I’m on the phone, I walk back and forth in continuous circles. It’s really kind of relaxing, which is likely why I go out there about once a day. Sometimes, you just have to be alone and that hallway is pretty perfect for solitude.

Aly just came in soaked. I’m happy now!

Torrential downpours! I thought hurricane season was over. It has been raining so hard the past two days. There were thunderstorms last night. Aly tried to get pictures of the lightning, but I don’t think it worked too well. Kaileigh says it’s raining men and women and children and zoo animals outside. I got caught in it for a few minutes yesterday when I was walking back from the crush party. It wasn’t raining terribly hard, but my hair got pretty wet. It was actually the perfect kind of rain for playing in. Now, though, it’s the kind of rain (and wind) that makes you afraid that the palm tree right next to your dorm window is going to collapse. I have to admit, I secretly keep hoping my friends will get caught in the rain and come and see me dripping wet. It happened to Aly a couple of times last year and to me once last semester (I was wearing white pants at the time…not a good thing). So far, though, I haven’t seen it. I guess I’ll just have to keep waiting……

I’m asking my friend Brittany H. (there are two Brittany’s now, so I need to distinguish between them) what I should write about; I’ve been out of material for a while now. Very sad. She suggested I write about my new friends! I think that’s a brilliant idea because I have made some new friends this semester.

First I met Sam, who moved in next door with Bernard and Aaron. He has practically moved into our room. He’ll come back from class, drop his backpack on our floor, take off his shoes, and collapse somewhere. There have been times when he’s left the backpack, two pairs of shoes, and a pair of sunglasses in our room. If he loses something, he looks for it over here. He also has an obsession with my slinky…

Then, of course, there are Alyssa and Brittany H. I’ve known both of them since freshman year last year, but I became friends with Alyssa last semester (we had to work on that awful/time-consuming/frustrating-the list could go on- Entrepreneurship project together. Once again this semester, Alyssa and I have group work together (after working together so much already, we find it easier to work with someone we trust, i.e., each other). She brought Brittany over one night and we all went to Cold Stone together (love ice cream). Now I see them both nearly every day. (I also discovered that Alyssa has played softball, so she’s going to be my catch buddy). Both of them have donated chocolate to me-naturally I loved them immediately because of that. Publix chocolate chip cookies are the absolute best….

I also have 3 friends from my English classes: Brittany B., Holly, and Maria. I see them every day in classes and go to lunch with them sometimes. Brittany cut my hair a couple of weeks ago (under Holly’s close supervision). Now she’s trying to convince me to dye it dark brown. I always have fun with them. I don’t even have to say anything; I just listen to their numerous stories and I’m entertained. It’s great having so many classes with them.

So I have more friends now, and it’s amazing. Though there is a downside…it’s difficult to focus on school work with friends. I never had a problem with that before. I’m having to learn time management all over again. It’s apparently much easier to manage your time when you have no social life. I enjoy myself with them, though; wouldn’t trade it for anything.

I thought these miracles were a one day thing, but apparently not……  Aly went to breakfast this morning……at 8 am. She doesn’t have class until 2. She’s usually not out of bed until noon….or later. I am shocked.