"I don't think I get your sense of humor."

We have to write a paper on our worst or best day in English. Me, I opted to the worst week over break. We type in class and none of us were able to finish our first draft before we had to peer edit, which means we have to write two questions at the end of the draft and have two kids answer each question. The guy sitting next to me did not understand that my paper was extremely sarcastic and overexaggerated, though the girl after him got it. He kept commenting on how he didn't really understand what I was saying and I used big words--I kid you not. Me, with big words? Ha. He cracks me up, nonetheless.

8:00 math class isn't as tough as I used to make it out to be. Yeah, I want to be lazy and just not go, but that doesn't seem like a very good option. Tuesdays I don't have it until 11:00 and Thursdays I get up for the 8:00 then sleep until lunch. I guess I shouldn't complain too much. History is always interesting. I will tell you this much--the professor's choice in clothing today was distracting. He had a plum colored shirt on and sky blue pants. And I noticed his upper body is unproportionately large. He's Mr. Duggins' height but he also has a chest like Schwarzeneggar. Geeze.

Last night I went over to Ashley's room to watch Desperate Housewives and Grey's Anatomy, which was fantastic. We ate some Ben & Jerry's and polished off the brownies Patty gave me. Cat fights always make shows better, which appeals to our animal nature--I guess that Jerry Springer has such high ratings, har har. Afterwards, I headed over to Lindsey's to gossip a little and study some on the seventh floor lounge. It's extremely quiet up there except for the occasional cell phone chatters.

I'm meeting Mallory and Heather for lunch over at Southside, so I am going to take a half-hour nap before that. Hope you folks have a lovely day.