It's either awesome or just bad, I'm not sure. 'Cause I've been going to the theatre way too much. But I love it. Saw Picasso at the Lapin Agile last night, it was fantastic; saw Weird Al sometime last week, also spectacular; will be seeing MacHomer sometime this week, et cetera.
And I had more to say but I don't remember what..... It probably wouldn't make sense anyway. Like how three of the girls in my hall decided that the three of them combined make one Queen Latifah, because one is black, one has giant boobs, and one is fabulous. Or how Leah is officially an electron wizard spy with Febreeze. Or how Amy and her boyfriend both flirt with everyone, and make great piles of people all massaging or tickling or whatever, and it's oddly nice just to have that physical contact. Or how dobsonflies are the scariest ugliest beasties in class Insecta, and we found a larva of one on Friday, and it looked like a centipede and bit a hole in the professor's hand. Not so much a hole as just a puncture, but still.
I don't know. Life's pretty good. Funny. Lots of laughs. Not quite enough sleep. Leah says I'm not allowed to stay awake past midnight anymore because I just get silly. I wonder what gives her the authority to set me a bedtime. She says she's a Jedi Master and I am her Padawan. I point out that I graduated, that I'm the one who wore the stupid braid for five years, that I'm more qualified to be a Jedi Knight than she is. She says, Go to sleep, Avity.