the french are glad to die for love

when you were little, did you ever spend hours in the shower and pretend to be Gi the water planeteer by shooting water out of your fingers? well, that's how i spent my lunch hour today. do you know how good an all-the-way-hot shower feels when it's unexpectedly chilly outside and you are grossly sick? just the other day, i was thinking of how awesome my immune system is for not letting me get sick at all year. damn, i spoke two weeks too soon. it just better not be mono, which my friend-who-i-have-not-made-out-with has, or mumps.

bla bla. all i want to do is sleep.

yesterday i realized that most of my life is scribbled on the back of an old, random sheet of paper. my class schedule, important to-do lists, phone numbers, addresses, passwords, deadlines, quotes, random thoughts, paper outlines, book recommendations, laundry times, songs to download, and the correct spellings of words that i tend to mispell frequently... all of it on this little sheet of paper tucked underneath my keyboard! i am amazed that i have not lost some vital pieces of information because this paper was accidentally swept into the garbage or misplaced in my desk-sea of papers. i must say, this sheet of carelessness is a nice little memoir of the past semester. i call it my alternative (lazy) way of scrapbooking.

on saturday, i am pretty sure i must do homework instead of going to mifflin and, consequently, being absolutely useless for the next many hours after. wow leah, what a mature decision. i know. so instead, on saturday i am creating a party for myself in my room with these endearing and classic dance songs that i have been listening to for the last two days:

everytime we touch- cascada
s.o.s.- rhiana
temperature- sean paul