Also, I was listening to "Yellow Ledbetter" tonight, and Lili sent me the link to this. Ridiculous. And hilarious. Eddie Vedder excels at many things, but not diction.
Yes, I had to go back to school, and yes I had to go to dance class even though I was sick and couldn't dance because I didn't want to infect people, but afterward a cute boy in my class asked me if I was okay and told me he hoped I felt better. It was nice that he noticed. (I feel a little pathetic saying that - it really wasn't pathetic! It's just when you're sick and someone is concerned for you when they don't have to be...and they're also a cute boy... you know!)
Some sweet soul brought me cookies tonight and wrote me a very nice anonymous note. We also had hearts on our door, and the service scavenger hunt people did our dishes and took out our garbage.
I got to talk to both Sheldon and Jonathan on the phone today - two of my very favorite people. I was at home so I didn't get to go to lunch with Sheldon, but I think we're going to get gelato later this week, and Jonathan and I took the first steps toward planning the Muppet Christmas Carol extravaganza for 2008 - fun (and tasty!) things to look forward to despite the terrifying amount of homework that lurks around the corner.
The phrase "on the bum," which I read in The Art of Alfred Hitchcock today. Midge says it in Vertigo. It is used thusly: "Scottie meets Gavin Elster, who is certainly not 'on the bum,' as Midge suspected." Also, I have a very mature sense of humor/language.
Getting carried up the stairs in a wheel chair by the boys in my FHE group. Don't ask - not even I understood the reasons for this. I think it was a pride thing for the guys - they wanted to prove that they could. Anyway, I was happy when I reached the top alive.
Being with my roommates today - sharing music with Miri, girl talk with Jennie and Marci, etc.
The 32 ounces of V8 Splash I have consumed today in the name of getting better.
Lots of new music I stole from Spence on Thanksgiving, esp. Ingrid Michaelson, Chris Stills, Laura Veirs, and the new(ish) Band of Horses and Alexi Murdoch CDs. Hurrah.
The comic that is my picture for this post.
Now back to the homework, which is less happy, but better now that I've made this list.
So Fridays and I are still not really good friends. There are some Fridays that are good and happy, but somehow when I get to Friday at noon with nothing in mind to do except international cinema, I don't have high hopes for the night. I usually do a decent job of figuring out things for myself to do - I don't believe in sitting around moping unless I absolutely can't help it, but for the last few weeks I haven't really been able to think of anything to do, and my roommates all seem to have outside interests these days ("boyfriends"). At the moment my plan is to see if I can get Annie Hall from the Provo library and go to bed early so I can get up for the PRAXIS tomorrow, but I'm open to suggestions. When did I get to be so lame sauce? In an attempt to reconcile myself with the day, I am posting this video. It's more than bizarre, but I love the song, and you know you do too. Happy Friday.