DEATH

Today is the week of death. Days can be weeks, it's fine. The fearful, anxious feeling that is constantly in my stomach during finals is beginning to surface. This morning I had a crisis. I was making my usual turkey cheese sandwich for lunch, and I got out the tomatoes, and couldn't distinguish the new ones I bought on Tuesday from the ones I've had for 2 WEEKS!! My life is constantly a nightmare. Ok that is partially true. Ok that is never true. Back to the tomatoes. Some were squishy, but does that make them bad people? If squishy means bad, then are you saying I'm fat?

It snowed a hurricane last night, and even though today was sunny as I'll get out (hick phrase my dad always says that doesn't mean anything), it was still raining on my head on the way to school because snow was melting off the recently blossomed trees, which are probably dead now, thanks a lot.

In other news, we threw Jo a bridal shower last night. Her biggest fear is a Victoria's Secret bag, so being the good roommates we are, we got her a Victoria's Secret bag. And boy, was it a Victoria's Secret bag. A Victoria's Secret bag, indeed. Ok I'll stop. We went to Big Lots and got very large grandma undies and planted them in that scary pink pouch. Don't worry, they were satin. Everyone had a good laugh, especially Jo, as she dabbed the glisten from her brow (girls don't sweat, they glow). Our apartment (excluding me) paraded around in the panties for the remainder of the night, flouncing them in photos and stuffing them with garbage for the full effect. Girls will be girls.

Word to the wise: Don't judge the people in the medieval club who wear cloaks and fight with swords on campus. They make us feel uncomfortable, but they are people too.