I had a dream last night that I, as a 24-year-old, was sent to some crossover band camp/Miracle Camp full of annoying teenagers, where we had to get up at 1:00am to pile onto a bus and go to some Godforesaken place (a contest?). I was desperately trying to call my mom from the pay phone in the lobby, then I managed to get ahold of my cell and ( Read more... )

I ran my approx. 2 mile route from this summer, all the way without stopping, and without getting out of breath or getting a cramp in my side. IT FELT SO GOOD. I could have kept going, if I didn't have to stop, shower, and go on a Schnuck's run with my boy. SO GOOD.

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Interview with the museum on Friday. Oh snap.

"So, where's the nearest mosque?" the incomparable Emily Forcier, asking Chris's Jewish roommate where he attends religious services

Well, I set out at 1pm today just to get my ideas together and knock out 1 or 2 pages of my paper. I ended up 5 hours later with 6 pages of something, though I'm not sure what, but it's a start. So, yeah. Now a quick trip to Charleston and then reading ALL NIGHT. Or at least till my standard 2am bedtime.

My sister wrote me a birthday poem:

There once was a lady called Steph,
Her sister did love her to death!
She had a great day.
All yelled "Hip-Hooray!"
In Harmony down the Clef.

Chris's sister also wrote me a poem, but I have not copied it here. It made me laugh, though!

I am loved on my birthday.

Something totally random and awesome for now, then a longer update about my Chicago birthday trip later:

My mom's best friend in Gridley (Sandy) is the sister to the paster who baptised my Chris in Waukegan.

SMALL. WORLD.

Computer crashed, but Roomie's awesome dad is fixing it for me ( Read more... )

"White trash shouldn't be allowed in public." -me
"I agree. And when they are, they do something stupid, like marry Kevin Federline." -Fletch