fear.

So, um, uh, I don't know what to tell you. I guess. I think.

Thanksgiving is coming up.
That means that I will be spending several uninterrupted days with my brothers...

............yay.

I'll be sure to update you on the events that transpire.

If I survive.

Because it's possible that I won't.


Over.

Social?

This weekend was a big weekend for me.

As some of you may know, I have an extreme social anxiety that has resulted in my refusal to attend most social events and a tendency to lock myself in my room for days at a time.

BUT THIS WEEKEND THAT ALL CHANGED.

(Temporarily of course. I plan on going back to my hermit ways by Monday.)

So, on Friday night I went to the UNO Mavericks hockey game. We won! We beat the Michigan Wolverines who are number two in the country! But then we played them again on Saturday and lost, but only by one point and nevermind that anyway. After the hockey game we went to Applebees and were there till one a.m. (I didn't even know Applebees was open that late.) Then on Saturday I went to a soccer game, then ice skating, then the second hockey game. (Incidentally I was the only person in our ice skating group not to fall down AT ALL. I AM SO AWESOME. Years of rollerblading as a child has finally paid off.) After the hockey game we came back to the dorm and watched High School Musical 2. I've always thought that was the worst one, but that was what cousin Carol put in. And I'm am proud to say that I still know EVERY WORD TO EVERY SINGLE SONG. I'VE STILL GOT IT. The boys seemed very impressed that cousin Carol and I had the soundtrack. But anyway, my main point is that I was out in the world socializing with real people for TWELVE STRAIGHT HOURS. THAT IS INSANE FOR ME. Normally I would have at least needed a book break or something BUT I DID IT. This is either a turning point in my social aptitude or I am going to spend the next week refusing to be around anyone for more than twenty minutes because I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF PEOPLE.

I guess we'll just have to find out.

Also, my Green Bay Packers are crashing and burning and my soul hurts.

Over.

Sleep...

I have decided that I like sleep more than food. I would happily give up eating in order to sleep all the time. I love sleeping so, so much.

College

I slept in a hallway for an hour today. And it really wasn't all that uncomfortable.

I was sent this photo by the jerk from my French class sitting across from me.

Over.

Psychological Experiments

So you've all heard of Pavlov's dogs right? The guy who would ring a bell every time he fed his dogs and over time every time he rang the bell they would salivate, whether he was feeding them of not. Then there's 'The Office' version in which Jim trains Dwight to expect an altoid every time he shut down his computer. WELL I HAVE BEGUN MY OWN EXPERIMENT. AND IT IS SUCCEEDING.

So my cousin Carol (whom I live with) has this issue where she says "true story bro" ALL THE FREAKING TIME. And I have expressed to her how much I disapprove and hate this. So about two weeks ago I started slapping her every time she said it. No matter where we were or what was happening. (I was even forced to hit her in church once). And she just admitted to me a few minutes ago that's ITS WORKING. She is consciously repressing using those three words when she's around me to avoid getting slapped. She says she hates that it's working but she has no choice but to admit that it is.

I feel so accomplished and kick. ass.

So be prepared. I may begin conducting sociological experiments on random people. You've been warned.

Over.

Mystery of the Roses

Okay. Mystery time.

So today between the hours of noon and 12:30 someone left a dozen roses in front of the door to my apartment. We have all asked out respective friends and parents and none of them claim credit. It's driving us crazy. Here are several reasons why.

1. Under normal circumstances the flowers would be delivered to the clubhouse and then we would be contacted and told to get them there

2. We live in a building the requires a card to gain entrance

3. None of us can think of any plausible reason why someone would leave us flowers

4. There is no card with the flowers

So, after a few hours of insanity, Niki (the roommate who is the RA) went to the clubhouse and got access to the security cameras.

THE PLOT THICKENS

The perpetrator managed to keep their face averted from the camera the entire time, but based on the hair, we have come to the conclusion that I it is a girl I will call 'Annie' who lives in our building. But this then begs the question, why would a random girl in our building leave us flowers. We suspect that someone asked her to deliver them because she has access to our building. We then ventured to her room and knocked on the door, intending to question her further. Unfortunately, no one was home. We are now sitting in our room with the door propped open, watching for her or any of her roommates so that we can interrogate them on the 'Mystery of the Roses'. (We're still working on a more clever code name.)

Not a YOLO.

Last night Carol and I went for a midnight ice cream run and had to go to four different places because McDonalds' ice cream machine was shut down and Dairy Queen wasn't open and finally we found a Burger King and then we stayed up until 2 in the morning watching Family Feud. Carol kept saying it was a YOLO. I kept hitting her for saying YOLO.