Minnie

So I am recovering from Spanish ulcers. At noon, I took my Spanish exam, and I'm scared about the outcome.

I am awaiting four o'clock so I can proceed take my English exam. I am feeling a bit suicidal but I have to take this exam. Right? Lee is sitting next to me and he hasn't slept since eight am Tuesday. He's dumb. The stupid kind of dumb, Lee. Okay, he's not entirely dumb just because he was studying during that allnighter. He's really tired, rubbing his eyes, and saying silly things. Allnighters are so highschool. I am going to never pull one again as long as I live! MAN, I despise them.

UGH, It's 3:43 pm. I have to roll on down to the student stores and purchase two blue books because I forgot the ones, I previously bought, in my dorm.

I have a migraine too.

But Abby and I are going to watch Minnie Driver movies. Minnie is up there with Meg Ryan. I'm excited. She's really pretty and funny and if I were Minnie Driver, I'd be pretty satisfied with life.

Lee just called me "kid" twice. I'm going to beat him up.

Bye.

Journey On To Yester Year

Just a small town girl
Livin' in a lonely world
She took the midnight train goin' anywhere

Just a city boy
Born and raised in south Detroit
He took the midnight train goin' anywhere

A singer in a smoky room
A smell of wine and cheap perfume
For a smile they can share the night
It goes on and on and on and on

Strangers waiting
Up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night
Streetlight people
Living just to find emotion
Hiding somewhere in the night

Working hard to get my fill
Everybody wants a thrill
Payin' anything to roll the dice just one more time

Some will win, some will lose
Some were born to sing the blues
Oh, the movie never ends
It goes on and on and on and on

Strangers waiting
Up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night
Streetlight people
Living just to find emotion
Hiding somewhere in the night

Don't stop believin'
Hold on to that feelin'
Streetlight, people

Leopard Print

If you know me at all... you know I own a pair of leopard print pajama pants. They're silky and delicious-looking.

I had another dream.

I was walking down the first floor hallway of Parker, my dorm. It was the beginning of evening and I was just getting off of work. As I'm nearing my suite, I see my lovely roommate, Abby Moore, walking towards me in the opposite direction. The first thing I notice is her dress.

The dress was my leopard print pajama pants. She had made a dress out of it. Yet she hadn't damaged the pants at all. Simply twisted, folded, and tied the pants around her body. She greeted me and told me she was going to Women's Night, an event hosted by InterVarsity.

Abby: "Oooh! I made a dress out of your pants. Doesn't it look great?"
Elaine: "Ummm..."
(Jessica Roache walks by)
Jessica: "Oh my gosh, Abby! I love your dress! It's so... cute!"
Elaine: "Jessica, are you seeing what I'm seeing!?"


El Fin