I just want you to know that I ate an entire jar of peanut butter in a month. This isn't your normal peanut butter eating, either. I mean, I didn't eat it on anything, I just scooped it right out of the jar, and after a while I realized that I could see the bottom. It just happened. But I went to Wal-Mart today, and I bought another, bigger, more crunchy one. I don't know if peanut butter is brain food, but I know it has a lot of protein in, and it makes me feel happy, so I think I will continue eating it at my present pace, because it is better to eat peanut butter while I do homework than to eat candy while I do my homework (I have not bought any candy for weeks, you should be proud).
I was going to get my oil changed, too, but the only place I know where you can get it done here is at Jiffy Lube, and when I googled how much it cost to get oil changed there, all that came up were a bunch of horror stories from people who had been totally scammed there. So I don't want to go. I will probably just stop in Harrisonville the next time I come home and have it done there. I feel bad that I'm putting off this whole oil change thing but it's not like I'll be driving at all between now and then so I guess I won't be racking up more miles.
The cool thing about that CD that you left in my car is that the bass of songs comes through a lot better if they're on a CD rather than a tape adapter. When I was driving back from Mor Mor's on Sunday I listened to Turn It Up a few times with the bass up high so I could feel it. It was pretty cool. The only other CD I have in my car is a mix one that Elise made, and there is an old-school Black Eyed Peas song on it that gives me the same artificial feeling of being a badass.
There is this line in How Gee that goes "I wear my sunglasses at night/still 20/20". Cracks me up so much.
Sometimes when I do my laundry, the washing machine just flips out and when I go to put the clothes in the dryer, they're soaking wet. It's really annoying because dryer cycles are an hour, and this load is going to take at least two cycles to get dry. On any other night I'd be in bed by the time it's done. First world problems.
There's only one remaining day of teaching for Literature of Adolescents. I am ecstatic. I can't wait to be done. If there's one thing this class has done for me, it's shown me how unready I am to be a teacher. Thankfully I have a couple more years before I have to step out on my own with this. It's pretty scary to think about, but then again most of what makes being a grown up makes me sick to think about. There's nothing quite like independence to make a body feel vulnerable. I'm determined to own it though, just you wait.
The window in our room has been wide open for weeks. It got pretty cold outside a few times, but it never matters - regardless of the weather outside, it is always a steady 75-82 degrees in this room. There is nothing to do that will make it any cooler. Part of the reason is because the heater is right below the window, so it blows up a hot air barrier that prevents anything cold from coming in. The heater never turns off. The last three nights my roommate went and slept in her friend's room downstairs just because it was too hot to sleep. It doesn't bother me when I fall asleep, but there's nothing quite like waking up sweaty to make a body feel cranky in the morning.
I am probably going to watch that movie you recommended while I wait for my laundry to finish. I can never resist beautiful people being talented on screen. You know how I am.
-Amy
P.S. I forgot it was Valentine's Day, because I was too busy thinking about other things. But there was chocolate fondue in the cafeteria today, so that was cool. Thankfully no one's been particularly mushy in my vicinity, but I was at Wal-Mart earlier and there were a lot of uncomfortable-looking men buying roses. It warmed my heart a little.
P.P.S. I also bought you a birthday present today. It is pretty exciting.
P.P.S. My eccentric World Masterpieces teacher also celebrated today by breaking off from Dante's Inferno, which we're reading, to read several famous subtly suggestive love poems of yore. We all lol'd, but it was also pretty awkward, because Shakespeare sure was into innuendo. Dang.
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