Yowie
Silly me, I can't sleep. So what to do? Jot down random thoughts. Make full sentences. Fragments because I'm good at them.
Argh, I have a headache, but it came about for a fantastic reason. Instead of going to a basketball game, a hockey game, a Christmas party or a stupid Mary Kay party, I went to a surprise going away party for Amanda. She's graduating this December from UAF and will be moving to Anchorage right after Christmas. The house we were in was just purchased by a woman we know and it has a dance floor! Everyone danced, drank wine, caught up, and got sore. Everyone was having a good time, especially when we danced several goofy ruedas and had a three person salsa. So fun!
Next week I'm going to my very first contra dance ever. I promised Patrick I would, and I've been promising Brad for over two years I would go. I think it's about time I get on it. Plus it'll be a great way to spend my last night in Fairbanks, because shortly after the contra I'll be hopping on a plane with my sister to California. Heh, we'll be gone for less than a week though.
In the morning I'm driving to Anchorage to see 42nd Street. I'm excited the show is coming to Alaska, and although it would be much more convenient to have it in Fairbanks, I'm more than willing to make the 7ish hour drive to see the show. The thing is the day after is my sister's birthday and she wants to be home for it, so as soon as the show is over we're going to drive back home. It'll be a long day, but it'll be enjoyable. I just hope the roads aren't too slick.
I feel like my eyes are going to pop out of my head. And I can't decid how I'm going to write my final essays for my philosophy class. I do have an idea for two of them, but for the last one I have to say whether or not I believe in God, and then I have to argue my answer. That should be easy, yeah? No. I don't know if I believe in God. I want to, and sometimes I do, but mostly it's just a fantasy or a wish, and it seems that I always talk myself out of wanting that wish. But then again, I'll wave my hand in front of my face and I find that it's hard to believe nothing created it. So shoot, I'm going to have to come up with a decision. Stupid finals.
Tired me, and I'm feeling hungry too. Actually I don't think I do. It feels more like I just ate a lemon...my stomach isn't empty but a hole is definitely burning through it.
I'm going to take a rock climbing class. Who needs to focus on academics ALL the time while in college? NOT ME! Who needs to go to sleep right now? NOT ME! Only I'm joking, I do need to. I also need to get a new calendar. I'll get one of Greece. I'm tired of looking at ballet dancers. They're all over my room, including on this year's calendar, and they're making me sick. I'm going to bed.
Argh, I have a headache, but it came about for a fantastic reason. Instead of going to a basketball game, a hockey game, a Christmas party or a stupid Mary Kay party, I went to a surprise going away party for Amanda. She's graduating this December from UAF and will be moving to Anchorage right after Christmas. The house we were in was just purchased by a woman we know and it has a dance floor! Everyone danced, drank wine, caught up, and got sore. Everyone was having a good time, especially when we danced several goofy ruedas and had a three person salsa. So fun!
Next week I'm going to my very first contra dance ever. I promised Patrick I would, and I've been promising Brad for over two years I would go. I think it's about time I get on it. Plus it'll be a great way to spend my last night in Fairbanks, because shortly after the contra I'll be hopping on a plane with my sister to California. Heh, we'll be gone for less than a week though.
In the morning I'm driving to Anchorage to see 42nd Street. I'm excited the show is coming to Alaska, and although it would be much more convenient to have it in Fairbanks, I'm more than willing to make the 7ish hour drive to see the show. The thing is the day after is my sister's birthday and she wants to be home for it, so as soon as the show is over we're going to drive back home. It'll be a long day, but it'll be enjoyable. I just hope the roads aren't too slick.
I feel like my eyes are going to pop out of my head. And I can't decid how I'm going to write my final essays for my philosophy class. I do have an idea for two of them, but for the last one I have to say whether or not I believe in God, and then I have to argue my answer. That should be easy, yeah? No. I don't know if I believe in God. I want to, and sometimes I do, but mostly it's just a fantasy or a wish, and it seems that I always talk myself out of wanting that wish. But then again, I'll wave my hand in front of my face and I find that it's hard to believe nothing created it. So shoot, I'm going to have to come up with a decision. Stupid finals.
Tired me, and I'm feeling hungry too. Actually I don't think I do. It feels more like I just ate a lemon...my stomach isn't empty but a hole is definitely burning through it.
I'm going to take a rock climbing class. Who needs to focus on academics ALL the time while in college? NOT ME! Who needs to go to sleep right now? NOT ME! Only I'm joking, I do need to. I also need to get a new calendar. I'll get one of Greece. I'm tired of looking at ballet dancers. They're all over my room, including on this year's calendar, and they're making me sick. I'm going to bed.