Something to tide Pinkie over.

Still putting off my long posts.

Last week I managed a variety of feats that my roommate decided meant my car is cursed, then led to a revision that I was simply cursed. After driving my car into an embankment a few days before, I followed the act up by again parking in the pay lot at the library of the school, only this time I found I had run plum out of gas when I went to leave. So I walked home, got the 2 gallon gas tank out of our garage, and my roommate drove me back to the library. I think that was Thursday. It was freezing. Earlier that week my phone broke. I borrowed my sisters until a new one arrived. That was obnoxious.

We went to Dees sometime that week, maybe on a Wednesday? FF was there, and randomly so was Brian, who I was sure had fallen off the face of the earth. It must have been a two for one on that account, because Socially Retarded also showed up. Also there were FK, Duckling, Pinkie, Corn Flakes, The Big One, and Farley. I haven't decided if I quite like that name for him yet, but I don't want to think of another right now.

I then locked myself out of my car at the dollar theater on Saturday. I saw Stranger than Fiction with my London friends, which I'd already seen, but it was definitely worth seeing twice for a dollar. Very funny, and an excellent soundtrack by Spoon. My roommate and I snuck in kettle corn in a ziplock bag. Then I ate a strawberry streudal pizza while #2 ate an actual meal, and we talked. Directly after that I went and ate sushi with others, and spent 30 dollars doing so. It was worth it, but I'm getting steadily more broke. We also went in the apple store and Virgin right before eating. Afterwards Duckling, Pinkie, FK, and Farley drove me back to the theater to pick up my car, with my spare key in hand.

Sunday I went to FK's ward, due to mine being so ridiculously early, and I locked my keys in my car yet again once I reached my parent's house. I finally finished our Christmas puzzle, on account of my father becoming increasingly more annoyed at it's presence on a card table in his living room as the days went by. It's still there, but done. I also saw my nephew, who thought it was very funny indeed to poke me with a giant stick that had what appeared to be a large pipe cleaner on the end. The things you find at my parents house. (I went to an auction with them on Saturday, and they were auctioning ipods, but I wasn't willing to spend what they went for. Sadly I missed out on noise canceling headphones I wanted, but I did get a large chair shaped like a hand--fulfilling a childhood dream of mine. Now if I can just get a monkey... Speaking of which...) I called my nephew a monkey while he was visiting, and for the first time ever he informed me, "I am not a monkey." Normally he gets made at me for calling him Churtis Ja-mames, but this was new. He informed me that he wasn't a monkey because he has power ranger action figures at his house. I asked him what that made him. He replied, "Really, kind of happy." So now that that's cleared up...My dad luckily had, not a spare to my car (I stole that and it's now in my backpack), but an adequate replacement. Good to know that in addition to being able to drive away in my car with no keys, a stranger can also open it with several keys that are not mine. Luckily I have pink/purple and old on my side.

I went to FK's house finally after the debacle, to play games, and stuff my self silly with cookies and pie. I showed up earlier than most I guess, because I also got an actual meal of chicken, rice, and salad. Then I sat down and studied my skull for my upcoming skull and bone practicum (I brought my skeleton Rolfe's head with me). We played a lot of trivia, and I still rock at Harry Potter trivia, even when it comes to the movies. But not 80's music. We lastly watched and episode of the Office, and I fell asleep last night doing my Statistics homework. I woke up just in time to finish it and go to my Statistics class, which is boring beyond belief. My professor must have said "arrow" instead of "error" at least 12 times in the course of the lecture. She's from Romania or something, and actually has very good English, but man almighty it was distracting. The "margin of arrow" just doesn't mean anything to me.

And now I'm in the Marriott library, and I hope you're happy Pinkie.