Blog 84: Hi!

Blog 37: The Suffle

I have noticed myself running a lot more. Not in the jogging, excerising kind of way- in the I'm sick of wasting my time with walking kind of way. Walking from class to my house, to the Frick, to the theatre, to my house takes to long. There's no reason for it, I'll just go into a straight sprint from class to my house because my time is precious.

LIBRARY FROG UPDATE:

They moved!

Blog 542: Daffodils

Not too long ago someone gave me a daffodil plant. I put it in the window of my dining room, watered it for a few days and then forgot about it. Recently my roommate has started watering it again, convinced that it will spring back to life. I do not have the heart to tell her that those flowers are really dead...

Blog 890: Recent Sightings

My roommates have been leaving me home alone a lot lately and I have had very little human interaction, so you must forgive me if this blog is not up to par.

PARANORMAL Experience

During Spring Break, I came back to my empty campus house to shower and get ready because I had to babysit. On the walk through the hallway from the bathroom to my bedroom I heard a deathening crash from the Katies' room! I ran in to discover nothing out of place yet the lights were not working. Some say it was just a power shortage I heard... I believe I made a connection with another world.

The Frogs in the Public Library

Nothing confuses me more than the frogs in the public library. THEY NEVER MOVE! They are in the same position every time I come in and every time I leave. Sometimes I sit there and stare at the like a crazy person trying to get them to move.

I have a few theories:

A) They are not real and I'm an idiot.

B) They died long ago and that's how lazy the library staff is.

or C) It is apart of an elaborate scheme to make me think I am CRAZY! And it is working.

Beauty and The Homeless Guy on the Corner

My b-friend, Evan, took me to see Beauty and the Beast in Chicago last weekend. I had a very bad cold and every time I sneezed, the little Chinese lady behind me would go "ew!". I found it amusing and thus continued to sneeze louder and grosser. On the walk from the theatre to the parking garage, Evan and I saw a homeless man sleeping with his hand down his pants. And I wonder why I don't go to the city more often.