I bought some granola bars today that have coffee in them and taste like coffee. I'm fascinated, and pleased. I like coffee, and I like granola bars. I found them whilst spending two hours at WalMart today. I was getting my oil changed, and there were lots of cars in front of me. But now, finally, its changed. I've been meaning to do this since July. While at WalMart, I saw a woman walking around dressed up like a ladybug. Just walking around, like it's totally normal to wear a big red shirt with black polka dots, wings, and glittery fake eyelashes (I, for one, didnt even know lady bugs had eyelashes, let alone glittery ones. ) I was a bit perplexed, but then remembered that its Halloween. They were playing the Ellen Degenerus (sp?) show in the waiting area and everyone in the audience had on costumes as well. They all looked pretty ridiculous. But I guess that's the point of Halloween, and to eat candy and cupcakes with orange icing. Speaking of, they were giving out free Halloween cake in the SUB today at lunch. It had orange icing. That was pretty exciting.

I'm not really feeling it this year though, Halloween. I think its mostly fun for little kids, parents of little kids, and people who party. I'm none of those.

I forgot to change my watch for Daylight Saving's and so this whole time, I've been thinking its almost four. I have to do something at four, and so was preparing myself to get ready to go. Then I picked up my phone and saw that it was 2:30, not 3:30. "Oh yes," I remembered, "I forgot to change my watch." And then I got really excited because I had a whole nother hour! (is "nother" really a word?....my widget dictionary couldn't find it) I feel like my day just grew by an hour. It's marvelous.

I have an art history exam tomorrow. I haven't really studied that much for it yet. I feel like I should be more concerned, but really, I'm not. I mean yeah, I'll study, but I'm not freaking out....I feel like I freak out far much less than I should ("far much less"? That's awkward). I always see my friends freaking out about some such test or paper or another, but I never really do. Hm. And like yesterday, at the game, all my friends were in a frenzy, and I wasn't really. It's not that I didn't care, I wanted to win, but I didn't get that worked up about it. Maybe I just dont have a soul.

I'm pretty dang excited about this extra hour though.

So I just did some blog surfing, and now I feel like a totally inadequate blogger. I read all these blogs about life and beauty and loss and theology and poetic crap and I write about.....new shoes? The chicken ceaser salad I had for lunch? (I had one for lunch yesterday actually, from Quiznos in the SUB. That's also when I came to the realization that I have only three dining dollars left...I guess I won't be having Quiznos tomorrow...)

Bah. Who am I writing this for anyways? I don't know anymore. But it's entertaining so I'll just keep doing it. And I don't write about "life and beauty and loss and theology and poetic crap" because I feel so fake when I do. Like I'm trying so hard to be profound and smart. I'd rather write about new shoes and just be me, thank you.

I wouldn't have anything original to say anyway. Like Derek Webb says "I am like a mockingbird, I've got now new song to sing. I am like an amplifier, I just tell you what I've heard.." Preach it Derek. (I like refering to celebrities by their first names. It makes me feel like we're best friends.) Why does Derek have two b's in his last name? How pretentious.

I wonder who reads this that I don't know about. I wonder if I have a stalker. That'd be awesome. Hey, if you're reading this now, leave a comment and just say "macaroni." Nothing else, just "macaroni." You don't have to say you're name, just "macaroni." This isn't just for my stalker, this is for everyone

What if nobody says macaroni? I'd be so depressed.

That's weird. I don't remember making my bed, but I just looked over my shoulder, and there it was, made. I think that is what one calls a habit.

I think there is beauty in a good routine. Like waking up early, making coffee, and eating breafast whilst reading a good book. Then hopping in the shower (well, not literally. That could be dangerous. One could trip). Then making one's bed. Then finishing up whatever work one needs to do before going to class. Oh yeah, and sometime in there putting clothes on.

Clothes are so overrated though. I would rather just spend all day in my bath robe. I don't know if that is what everyone else would rather me do though...

I guess I'll put on clothes now.

This year I've come to like coffee, asian food, and salads. It's been quite a pivotal year. I had a chicken ceaser salad for lunch today at Jason's. It was rather statisfying, but there was too much chicken.

Sometimes, on the weekends, I forget that I have class, or it just feels like a dream. It's weird, cause it's only been two days since I've been to class, not a like a month. But it kind of feels that way. But then Sunday rolls around and I start having to do homework, and I remember.

I don't know if any of that made since. I mean sense.

It's interesting how one can know a song and not really pay attention to the lyrics. Like this past week, I discovered some lyrics I like in a Jack Johnson song that I've been listening to for about two years... "...So I was late for class, I locked my bike to yours, It wasn't hard to find, you painted flowers on, I guess that I was afraid that if you rolled away, You might not roll back my direction really soon..." I think that's cute, but I've never noticed it before.

I have no idea what I'm going to put on the title line of this entry. There's no unity, just random thoughts. Sometimes that empty 'title' box can be pretty intimidating.

I got my Gurkees in the mail today! I'm pretty dang excited about it, so I decided to take a picture for you.

"Gurkee's® Sandals are very unique 'Jesus sandals' made from carpet fiber that is spun and heat welded together. They are extremely comfortable and incredibly durable. Not only are they salt water and chlorine resistant, but they are machine washable! They are not just sandals, but an experience that will take you 'Beyond Barefoot!'
....Beyond Barefoot, It's a State of Mind. Remember that hot summer day with the sun pounding down and that smell of coconut tanning oil in the air? Or that afternoon with the top down, hair blowing in the breeze on that Jeep ride over the pass? That refreshing feeling of coming up for air after jumping in the water on that 100-plus degree day. It's that feeling, that state of mind... Kind of like a vacation that never ends."

My feet are on a vacation that never ends.

This is really nice. I'm the only one at my appartamento right now (which doesn't happen a lot, because there are six of us), I have Sufjan playing softly over the surround sound, a bowl of Ramen at my side, and some light Anthropology reading to do. Mm. And I went running not too long ago, so I guess I'm still a little happy from all the endorphins. Gotta love those.

It's been a good day, all in all. I foresee that it will be a good week. The school part of it is already halfway through, seeing as how we have Friday off. I'm going camping con miei amici nel Arkansas. I love road trips and I enjoy camping, so it should be a buon weekend. It'll be nice to just get away be outside.

According to Ambassador Youth what I'm doing right now is apparently evil.

"Should teenagers and others in the Church express themselves to the world through blogs? Because of the obvious dangers; the clear biblical principles that apply; the fact that it gives one a voice; that it is almost always idle words; that teens often do not think before they do; that it is acting out of boredom; and it is filled with appearances of evil—blogging is simply not to be done in the Church. It should be clear that it is unnecessary and in fact dangerous on many levels.
Let me emphasize that no one—including adults—should have a blog or personal website (unless it is for legitimate business purposes). . . .Blogging has become a socially accepted practice—just as are dating seriously too young, underage drinking and general misbehaving. But just because someone else 'jumps off the cliff' does not mean you should do the same."

I'm warned.

I feel so fresh and so clean clean. I need to take showers at night more often. In the morning, one is in a hurry and can't fully appreciate the fresh feeling. But at night, all you have is time. Well, not always. Really, just right now. I have not much homework and plenty of time to enjoy my freshness. Like freshly shaven legs. Yum.

And plenty of time to write pointless blog entries.

That's all I have to say really.

And my tongue is burnt.

Ho fatto una doccia means "I took a shower." Literally it means, "I did a shower."