The colors of the rainbow are so pretty in the sky...

I spilled ALL of my chocolate chips in lecture today. Brower Lunch was less than satisfying, so I grabbed my chocolate chips to snack on during class. If you go into Scott Hall 135, second row from the back on the left hand side, there is a pile of chocolate chips and my sanity? Dignity? Who knows. The guy behind me laughed and my stomach growled loudly. Blargh!

Lecture today was on childhood and how it effects our brains. I believe I've never left childhood. Not in the sense that "I'm a kid at heart", because I am, but in the sense that I'm always willing. I've noticed that as people grow older they lose that sense of adventure, the willingness to experiment with new things. People become so set in their ways, and who wants to live like that? The spontaneity of life should be fully embraced at all times, not just in childhood. I don't know, maybe it's silly of me to want to always be able to drop everything and change my life's direction, but it's how I am.

My mother calls me a free-spirit, I don't get it. Apparently she had a 5 year plan at my age, and she doesn't get how I can't even plan my day out. I like the not knowing where I'm going next. I will forever be entertained by my life, through the good and the bad. I'm like those people in the 12-step programs, except I'm not addicted to anything, I take everything one day at a time. No rush, no fuss, just fun and laugher.

The cannons don't thunder, There's nothing to plunder...

I was born into the wrong generation. I'm throughly convinced that this is not my generation. I listen to way to a ton of older music, I enjoy older movies, and my values seem old fashioned. The first two examples aren't that important, but my values? I feel like I've spent too much time with my Grandmother when it comes to my values.

Now, don't get me wrong. I don't want us to (let's do the) time warp to sock-hops or anything like that. Men should be men, women should be women, common courtesy, and people should just be nicer. I'm not one to claim that I'm little Miss Perfect who loves and gets along with everyone (I leave that to Cassie). But shouldn't doors be held open, seats be given up for the elderly, pregnant, or handicapped? Life should not be a chore, nor should human decency. No one specific thing has started this rant, but doesn't anyone miss this? I don't know, maybe it's wishful thinking. Maybe I am part of the wrong generation.

Sorry that there's no joke. I've been studying all day. No laughing allowed while torturing my brain.

Once upon a looking-for-Donna-time....

I forgot to breathe in class today. Not just that, but I was speaking in class and forgot to breathe. A mass of words started to stumble out of my mouth, and there was no moment to breathe. It was a good twenty seconds before my lungs realized they were not doing their job.

You would think I would learn, but nope. I did it again ten minutes later. My brain and my lungs are clearly in an argument today. Why are my lungs so mad? I don't abuse them! Clearly, I have to sit everybody down and talk it out. Not breathing = not good. I'm 18, you think I'd know how to breathe by now.

I've written this whole thing, and I don't know how to spell breath, breathe? What is it? How can I write an entire entry on something I don't know how to spell correctly?

I have a lecture, Monday mornings on boredom. I thought it would be on boredom, what causes boredom, and why we need it. So far, all it has done is bore me. Did you know machines can't get bored?! That was part of today's lecture! This is the same class that spawned skydiving with fish. Thanks to lecture, my mind wandered to Back to the Future. Did you know we are getting hover boards in two years? That will be so sweet!!! No more riding the EE!

PS From now on the titles of my post's will be a line from a song that is stuck in my head. I'm horrible at coming up with titles, so this is my little cop out.

Tired...

It took me 5 minutes to figure out what my friends were talking about yesterday during dinner. I was listening, but I didn't realize that they were making fun of someone at the table. I really need to focus more during dinner conversations.

I'm dead tired, haven't talked to many friends this weekend. No funny stories.

Oh, nope. Sorry it's not funny.

Good night

"Hallelujah Mary loved her son...."

Hair was cool. Well, actually it was cool the first three times, by the fourth I was bored and the fifth was a bit unnecessary. I can't help it. I'm **really** like the "music". I like the whole thing really, and I'm glad I saw it. Next weekend is Pillowman! I can't wait to see that.

Not much to say. I spent most of the day sleeping, and on the EE. Tomorrow my parents are coming and then studying, studying, and more studying.

"I believe in love..."

Well, there's nothing left to say...

Hair...

I need to stop going to see Hair. I'm getting a reputation of being a Hair-whore. Or something equally horrible.

I have nothing more to say...

Blind Dates

I just saw my dating life in cartoon form. Well I think it's my dating life, considering I've not had much luck in that department. But whatever, my brother sent this to me and I figured you guy might enjoy this.

Lily and Jim