Maybe I should walk...

I have forgotten more classes this past week and a half than I have my entire college career!!  Why is this?  Okay it's only been two.  But that's still more.  I never forget class.  Forget class?  What?  So I realized that I had forgotten class half way through it so I went over to catch the last half because I didn't want another absence and I looked in the window, and it wasn't my class!!  They were still music students, but not my class.  What is going on??  Then I thought that i had confused days again so I asked Sandy what day it was and she said Tuesday.  That really got me because I remembered chapel (special music was awesome.  not special ed today.  Good job K-1 men and scottie ptottie too hottie sloppy!  just kidding you're not sloppy at all.  I know right?) so we asked someone else and he straightened us out.  But that doesn't explain my class.  What happened, Bruce Brown? 

Tonight I'm going to Lansing with Quillen to meet his nephews and sister and brother in law and have dinner with them and his parents.  This I am somewhat excited for, however, I am stressing like mad right now and I only got 5 hours last night so I'm pooped.  And I didn't take a shower so I'm dirty.  Ew bleck.  But it will be cool to hang out with him and his parents again, meet cool little kids, and get a home-cooked meal. 

Double punch day at sacred grounds! 

Lindsey,  this weekend is fall break so I'll be here with not much to do!!!  I miss you baby.

Time to study for French boo hoo.

Why do I always put my foot in my mouth?

I accompanied a couple people at this master class thing this afternoon and this guy who I thought was named something completely different than he actually is, was in the class.  So afterwards, he told me I did a great job and I was going to say, thanks, ____ (the name I thought forever was his) but then I caught myself and stopped mid-wrongname and so it came out as just a mumble.  Did I mention I have a mini-crush on him?  boo hoo.

Lindsey Burner I miss you!

Michelle

Dear Journal,
My husband is in this library. I see him. Well, if I lean to one side I can see him. So I can't see him right now by if I lean like this...then I can see him. So I've never seen him before, but I'd like to see him more. And be friends. And get married. Why aren't all things this easy?
Love,
Mrs. Seattle Mariners Hat That Hides Dark Curly Locks Man

p.s. too bad he's dating a frickin model. damn.

Well it's been months and months since I've updated this thing.  Maybs just cause I'm not used to it like livejournal.  Whatever.  Anyways, class is cool.  i have minimal homework, but even that is hard to do since the recent O. C. - aholism that has taken grip of my house.  I think it's strangled Lish already since she's been watching like, 10 episodes a day.  And even though I swore I would never like it, I kind of do.  At first I was just watching it because it's what everyone in the house was doing, but now I just have to know what happens.  Are Seth and Summer ever going to get back together?  Will Marissa ever make a good decision in her life?  Can Julie get any hoe-ier?  These are the questions that are occupying my brain lately.  Besides those about God and my future.  The O. C. is a little easier to deal with.  Maybe that's a good reason I should not get too attached to it - it may replace reality.  It's possible. 

The other day I called someone I've wanted to be friends with for a long time and we hung out and it was very cool.  And this is something I never do, because it was a guy.  I never call guys I don't know to just hang out.  And I did!  I am proud of myself I guess.  I mean, usually at SAU, if you hang out with a guy, you'll date him.  And if you date him, you'll marry him.  And if not, something is horribly wrong.  But, this little hang out time with this guy turned out to be completely objective, and very fun.

Tuesday night Lone Wolf and Cub are playing in Lansing for only 5 dollars if you're over 21!  If anyone wants to come, call me at K8 or stop by!

Michelle