Sitting in the library at 11 pm can only be improved by a group of about 30 people coming in and running a lap around the ground floor...

...in their UNDERWEAR.

Awesome!

There were even two of these to be seen...

"You're good at stating things that are true."

(title provided by Jeff on 1/22)

Facts:
- Today was beautiful.
- I didn't smell good today. All I could think about during work was how nice a shower was going to be.
- My sister and Andrea are awesome people.
- Physics sucks.
- Gotta get back to Germany soon.
- Cold Franziskaner Hefeweizen is outstanding.
- I've been going going going for days now. Tomorrow I get the whole day to myself.
- I should have been in bed two hours ago.
- I'm going snowshoeing for the first time ever on Saturday.
- There is never enough time to reflect.

Check out the following video from MTV Belgium. Look for Sara and Andrea around minute 1.40:

Found on top of a computer at the library:

"tomorrow morning
tape David's
eyelids shut &
mouth open
(jaw down).

n - 1/8 roll tape
e
e - strength } 8/10
d
e -cruelty
d "

In Which One of her Fundamental Beliefs is Severely Shaken

I only believe in 3 things for sure:
1. Jake Gyllenhaal is God's gift to (wo)men,
2. Death and taxes, and
3. That nobody of note would ever read my blog (besides my friends, of course).

Well, I can now cross #3 off my list. Exactly a month ago, Stolie over at FunkyBrownChick wrote a post about me. More specifically, it was about the title of my blogroll. Of course, in an effort to be witty (and also to downplay the fact that I read the blogs of people I don't personally know), I titled the blogroll "don't know if I'd necessarily recommend them, but I read these sometimes". (You can see it over there to the right.)

Needless to say, Stolie wasn't too pleased to find that her blog fit under this category. And so she made one of her Reader Appreciation posts into an open letter, addressed to ME. How embarrassing... And of course, I didn't even read it until today, when I read the comments on one of her recent posts.

So now I need a new, clever title for my blogroll. Help?

I hate:

-the coffee that spilled on my brand-new bag that Andrea gave me
-classes/homework
-work, sometimes (but not today)
-the feelings that are making me do things I don't want to do, and hurt the person I'd rather die for than hurt

I love:

-tea and spicy cider
-the Senate
-postcards from faraway places
-music
-my friends, even when I give them every reason to hate me

Random: So Ronda and I just discovered a bag of new knives and wooden blocks in my room. Someone is doing some carving, and it's not me. How in the sam hell did it get here?!?

Oh, I almost forgot to mention the best part of last night.

On the bus ride home from Ballard at 2:15 am, we were in the back of the bus. Just seven of us, chilling out and laughing and talking. A dude came back, sat down, and asked to talk to us. We immediately quieted down to listen to him. It was apparent this guy was agitated, and either crazy or on drugs. He basically had one thing to say:

"Guys, I had some problems earlier, but it's cool now, yeah? We're not going to have any problems now, right?"

We tried to reassure him that this was the case. Lita, who was extremely intoxicated, kept talking nonsense and even tried to reach out to touch him, which he jumped at and reached for his pockets. We tried to calm him by chatting conversationally. Then the bus stopped and stayed in one place for a while. It was an awkward treading of water with the guy, as he kept asking the same question and we maintained that everything would be all right. This continued until the police showed up behind the bus a few minutes later. The guy made no violent moves and cooperated as the police escorted him off the bus. We watched him be handcuffed through the window as the bus pulled away.

We all breathed a sigh of relief, wondering what the guy had done and if he had any weapons on him. One of our group, who is a Marine, stated that he was ready to leap up and powerkick him at the first sign of aggression. He even demonstrated this, and we all laughed, relieved that it hadn't come to that.