Cool Beans

Yeah, you pretty much just listed like every super power ever there. I would have a hard time deciding between telekinesis and telepathy. It used to be between flying and breathing underwater, but not so much any more. It would be cool to be able to move things with my mind just because it would be cool. But it would probably be cooler to read minds because then that would eliminate social awkwardness and I would be able to be a super interrogator. I would go work for the CIA and become a secret agent because that's been my ambition in life since the beginning of time.

There's a guy checking me out in the WC. I can't be sure if that's really what he's doing, but he keeps on looking over at me (I'm off-duty at the moment) and it's nice to imagine that someone checks me out every once in a while. Good on the self-esteem. But still creepy. Why am I even writing this?!

I'm excited about coming home too, except I heard that it is supposed to rain this weekend which means that I will have to spend $7 on a carwash on Monday instead of $4. My car is already really encrusted in mud from last weekend in the sticks and I was waiting for the opportune moment to clean it. The opportune moment has moved from today to Monday. Until then, I practice boondocks pride. But what's the use of boondocks pride if no one writes snide comments in the dust on my car in the school parking lot? Everyone here is just too well-mannered.

The WC is hopping today and I sort of feel like stepping in to help even though I'm not on duty because Ruth "Beyonce" Knowles couldn't make it to her shift. Nah. These kids can handle themselves.

Yesterday I wore sandals to school BECAUSE I CAN. The only problem with this was that it's been so long since I've worn sandals that I wasn't careful with the door of the Carlsen Center and I opened it on my foot. Two of my toes started bleeding immediately. However, I took the pain like a man until I could get to a bathroom, where I rummaged around in my bag and found my last two band-aids! I keep band-aids in my bag because there was this one time last semester where I had a shoe emergency at school and had to run to the convenience store there to buy some. Anyway, I had two left and I used them on my poor toes and the disaster was averted (I hear they charge you for using the first-aid kits at school if it's not an emergency). Anyway, that's my miracle of the week!

My Personal Comm class is going to drive me insane. Not even kidding. Yesterday when I was in class I could feel my brain starting to get drippy around the edges. Any more of that and it would have started oozing out of my facial orifices. I'll risk your sanity and tell you all about it when I get home today.

-Amy

P.S. for the tutor meeting today I heard that someone's visiting us from another department to do "strengths training" with us. Still no word on what that actually means, but Ehsan figured they'd set out some dumbbells and have us all lifting weights. I'd rather do that than talk about how my strength is that I'm so good at making people feel horrible about themselves. I'll keep you posted.

P.P.S. It's true, I borrowed Angela's nail polish without asking her and then forgot about it. It's sad because she's never at Mor Mor's anymore. I think I saw her a grand total of like three times this week. Unpaid jobs that suck up your entire life are dumb.