who would think that a very small, fourteen year old dog could produce such repugnant gas? this is almost worse than caitlin's. oh man. and i just don't have the heart to kick her off my lap. that's love, folks.

anyway, i've been having some pretty horrifying dreams lately. last night i had a dream that i was in a tapdancing competition that took place at SUA, but first i had to go to french class... but instead of dolidon or icsman teaching the class, it was o'meara, my college french professor. she was being incredibly mean to me so i went to the bathroom and just sat there for a while. then somehow a group of us ended up at my old house, and, per usual for my dreams, it was in the middle of the zombie uprising. for some reason i decided that everyone should just stay calm, and i would use this big knife to cut off the heads of all the zombies. the first one came in, however, and my plan started to fail, because this talking zombie told me that i would never cut through his bones because he was high on calcium. so try as i did, i just couldn't cut through his neck or even his arm. he actually broke my knife. i woke up as i was frantically searching for another knife, or a gun.

thanksgiving break!!! last night i got skyline with lizzay then bummed around my house and went to bed at 11. i got 12 hours of sleep, and it was wonderful. today i'm going to drag my little brother (and anyone else who wants to go) to see happy feet at 3:30. then tonight is thanksgiving eve get together at casual chinese!

a steady diet of corn chips and salsa con queso isn't good for you? WHAT?!
on a related note, the right gland in my throat is swollen, but not the left. what do you make of that? 

caitlin and i went up to OSU tonight to see her brother liam in Hair... it was wonderful. i've got the music on repeat. this weekend i have to house manage for dance ensemble, but i'm hoping that besides that my weekend will consist of wine, salami and cream cheese rollups, and seasons 1 and 2 of pete & pete on dvd. 

i think we have housing pretty much figured out for next year. it looks like it's going to be me, laura, sarah jane, caitlin, lianne, and becky. get this: our respective majors are international business and french, biology (with potential minors in religious studies and business), theatre and international studies (human rights concentration), biology and english, nutrition and dietetics. as lianne put it, we're a circus sideshow. i like it. 

thanksgiving is next week, finally. kaela is coming home! wtf??

i got life, mother
i got laughs, sister
i got freedom, brother
i got good times, man
i got crazy ways, daughter
i got $million charm, cousin
i got headaches
and toothaches
and bad times too, like you

i got my hair i got my head i got my brains i got my ears i got my eyes i got my nose i got my mouth i got my teeth i got my tongue i got my chin i got my neck i got my tits i got my heart i got my soul i got my back i got my ass i got my arms i got my hands i got my fingers got my legs got my feet i got my toes i got my liver, got my blood

i just spent the past hour reading ooold livejournal posts. i was such an agsty sophomore in high school! and i want to give a big hug to my october-of-senior-year self who said "i had forgotten for a long time how it felt to have fun with my wits about me." high school... what a trip. 

i talked to jessica yesterday morning for a precious few minutes. the fact that she opted out of a second day at the "selestat soup festival" is so funny. i miss her a lot. i've been wearing the plastic ring i bought from a gumball machine with her last week pretty compulsively since she left. 

this past weekend was pretty great. friday jay, nick, katie, caitlin and i got out and ate at amar india. you'd think after this summer i would be completely through with indian food, but i am always in the mood for some saag paneer. mmm. that night the boys of 223 k street had a party. in short, i love flipcup. seriously. i love it. poor caitlin (among many others) went to the dark place for a while... i wish i had been there to help, but i got caught up in a conversation which was ended in a hilarious way- steve came bursting out the back door of the house yelling that my roommates were looking for me, and about 2 minutes later tristan came running around the side of the house going "NORA! sarah and caitlin are leaving! caitlin is WASTED!" so funny. 

saturday i slept in niiice and late then enjoyed the notre dame game... that's right, folks. sarah jane has forced me to enjoy football. saturday night nick and katie and i went to see "school for scoundrels," which was far from clever but just as entertaining as i needed from a movie that night. i fully intended to stay in after that, but at about 12:30 i got a hankering to go out... so caitlin, her visiting brother liam and i trekked down to a party at sheila's, then an impromptu "wet hot american summer" viewing party at katie wilson's complete with pancakes and maple syrup which ended up on joe's face as punishment for falling asleep. 

yesterday was scene day... it went pretty well. a pretty nice start to theatre for the semester, i think. 

tomorrow is the season premiere of veronica mars... wednesday is LOST... and i am thoroughly engrossed in the current seasons of  grey's and, of course, flavor of love. i am such a sucker for the picture radio.

that was a detailed entry the likes of which you haven't seen on my livejournal for a very long time. i think i'm going to start putting more into this, though, because after tonight i'm glad to have it. reading about things like my mom's wedding, moving, the extreme drama that was the summer before senior year, france, and getting my license suspended for several months when i was 17 is endlessly fascinating to me. i only wish i had been less vague about some things, because i don't know what the crap i'm talking about a lot of the time.

well. this certainly has been a wise alternative to reading othello for class tomorrow. but my 9 am was cancelled again. a lucky girl am i, for my business ethics teacher is a genuine poet/philosopher/beatnik who hates waking up at 8 am as much as i do.

i miss le cezanne, a lot.