In which the end of the school year is fast approaching

Less than one week until everyone will be gone. It's so sad. I don't want it to end!

I was reading in the student center today and a guy in BDUs and military issue boots came and threw his bag on another couch. He sat down, took off his boots, jacket and hat, ate his McDonald's and promptly fell asleep. Then I fell asleep for a half hour. When I woke up, I tried to read more, but I couldn't keep my eyes open so I got up and went to Java City for a smoothie. When I came back, the military boy was still there, sleeping soundly with his various personal belongings strewn about him. It was so very adorable . . . What one might call a kodak moment . . .

It's very warm and muggy. This weather makes me sluggish. I much prefer cold. My favorite boys would argue that I'm always whining about being cold when it's below 50 degrees. I would agree -- but at least I can move when it's cold out, and by moving, I warm up a little.
~MK

In which I have nothing to say

Now that Basketball season is done, I have nothing to say. It's really sad. I suppose I could share some of my crappy poetry, but I shall spare you that painful experience. I showed Bethany some of it today and she thought it was hilarious -- I used the word "penultimately" in it. I want basketball to be going on . . . for seriously serious.

So I was talking to Dave today and he got on his soapbox . . . He was telling me exactly how to treat my guy when I get married. He was very adament -- keep the past in the past; don't stew over it for ten years and then bring it up again when he just wants to sleep. And when he says anything about my appearance, believe him; he really means what he says. I was laughing hysterically the whole time -- it was great! He also told me that I seriously need to get help because I have "self-mutilation problems." He says this because I have been finding weird bruises and I tried to tell him I didn't know where I got them, but he kept telling me that I really needed to get help. It was hilarious. I think the notion that I could have leukemia is much closer to what is going on -- and yeah -- that's not so likely.

Timmy is convinced that Athletic Math Boy and I are hopelessly in love; as is Dave. Love stinks. Why would we do that to ourselves?
~MJ