No, I’m just kidding. But I did put two contacts in the same eye this morning, which equates to the same thing. I was confused because I couldn’t see clearly when I should have been able to, and I especially couldn’t figure out why one eye suddenly seemed worse than usual. It was an odd moment.

But my last final is tomorrow, and then I get to go home!

Anyway, I was thinking last night while I was riding home about how much I love having the room to myself. Being alone is sometimes refreshing. I could even call it an escape. You learn a lot about yourself when you’re alone. You think more and talk less (though  in my case, it may be the other way around). Solitude is good for you; if you can’t stand yourself, how can you expect any body else to stand you?

Two absolutely impossible things happened today! Number one: Aly walked UP the stairs. I don’t know if I would have believed it if I hadn’t seen it myself. She never takes the stairs! Number two: Aly OPENED a window in our room. Bugs, especially mosquitos, love Aly to death, so she never opens the window for fear that they will decide to live here, too.

Today must be the day for miracles!

Needless to say, it was an interesting experience and one that I don’t understand. Maybe it was the whispers; they’re more likely to draw me out of sleep than soft talk. But maybe someone could explaing to me how I was awake and dreaming at the same time?

I learned Santa wasn’t real in an odd way, too. I was 8 years old and I was playing with a teddy bear that I distinctly remembered getting from Santa Claus at Christmas. I looked at the tag for some reason and it said “Made in China.” Now, I was a smart kid, so I knew that Santa made his toys in the North Pole, not in China. So I went to ask my mom why it said “Made in China.” The look on her face told me everything I needed to know. She tried to give me a reasonable explanation, but it wasn’t working; I knew and she knew I knew. I cried so hard! It was even more distressing because logical thought naturally led me to the realization that the Easter Bunny and Tooth Fairy didn’t exist either. Talk about disillusionment. So Mom had to change tactics; instead of telling me he existed, she told me the Spirit of Santa existed. I’ll never forget this because I think it eased my acceptance of Santa’s non-existence (is that a word?). She told me that as long as the spirit of giving existed, so would the spirit of Santa. I liked that idea, and it’s what I’ve believed ever since.

If anyone has any interesting stories about their own disillusionment, I would love to hear it.

I went out to lunch with Brittany, Maria, and Holly.

I went on a man-hunt.

My Don Quixote reading assignment was reduced from reading the whole book to the first part by Monday.

I got to dress as a kid for Halloween.

I got in trouble for talking to Brittany about a poem in Studies in Poetry.

My Medieval Rennaissance class was canceled on Friday.

I met Aly’s Dmitri.

My cell phone changed for Daylight Savings Time all by itself.

I got to eat breakfast with Aly two days in a row.

The back brake on my bike broke (try saying that five times fast).

I got to carry a ten pound, $135 book about Ralph Lauren downstairs at Barnes and Noble.

I read a book called To Hell With Love. It was good. I wanted to buy it.  But I didn’t because I’m a responsible adult who only buys necessary things (my mantra). Therefore, I was forced to stay late at work and finish it…in a very comfy sofa.

And finally, I pummeled Aly with marshmallows.