Update:

Indiana. Astronomy, what? Hispanic Poetry, I don't even understand poetry in English. I can't focus in Persons & Systems because every five minutes I think: my prof's name is Michael Jackson. The Sweet Persuasion-- beyond words.

Wrong to be so entertained by a Diva Cup pamphlet. Fang marks by a dog. Two dropped dance classes: one sad Kyla. An amazing roommate who is entertained when I do the twerk. Poke a badger with a spoon.

Fo real.

Kissing boys in plays is weird when you don't know them. I can't really do the whole "I'm going to work up the courage to run at you and just do it" thing.

My dear home, the nunnery, has declared today Christmas Eve. Girls made me a stocking and we're all waiting to open our gifts! Aw, I love these girls.

Did you know that people from the east coast think Kansas is in the south???? I can't count how many arguments I've had with people about this.

Driving the ten hours home by myself on Monday. Good Lord, keep your fingers crossed that I make it.

It was so great to see everyone over break. You are all my favorites.

Memorable moments include: running a 5K with my dad and saying "last one there's a penis pump!"...daring TB to rub his bum on the cold cement...a date with the boy...and the ever-present racist comments at family gatherings.

Me: "I'm majoring in Peace and Global Studies and Spanish. I might go into law or get my masters in social work, but either way I know I will be working with the hispanic community."

My dad's cousin Dean who is a used car salesman: "You should come work with me for a week...that would fix you!"

My face was like shazaam, no you didn't!

A good note to end on...

"Men are all alike! You sit there all day long, a cigarette in your mouth, or you powder your nose and rouge your lips, fifty times a day, or else you drink like a fish." -Mrs. Smith (my character) in The Bald Soprano

Saturday night my girlfriends and I put ridiculous amounts of makeup on each other and then did each others' hair.

I had a fauxhawk with lots of glitter. Wow. 

Then we craved pie and couldn't find any good place in town to have quality dessert. So what did we do? Hopped on the highway and went to Ohio and stopped at the classiest place we could find...

Country Pride Restaurant, a 24 hour diner/truck stop attached to a gas station. The townies were thoroughly disgusted with our appearance.

I'll be home this Friday...expect a big hug.