All dogs go to heaven... Right?

My fish died yesterday. It was probably the worst thing that could have happened. Rudi & I had been worried about him because he stopped eating. We did all that we could to try & make him feel more like his old self, but nothing worked. So I went to feed him before class & couldn't find him anywhere. Then I looked at the bottom of the bowl. He was lying at the foot of his shark statue.

 {A picture of Fiesta after moving to our new home}

After an hour of sobbing/wailing/convulsing in the floor like I was being attacked with the Cruciatus curse, I started to wonder: do pets go to heaven? I mean everyone says that they do, but is it true? Or is it something parents tell their kids so they'll get over the loss of their pets? I can't handle the thought of never seeing Fiesta again. He was one of the few things that got me through my first semester in college. I want to believe that God wouldn't put these animals in our lives and take them away for all eternity. We all have our own room in His mansion in Heaven & I want to think that all our deceased pets will be there to join us.

But what if they're not?

Total dick, party of one.

I am the biggest dick in the world. I got Zach a card & some chocolates for Valentine's Day, expecting nothing in return. All night I was trying to think of when I could give him his gift without being completely awkward. But, of course, that was too much to ask from myself. As we were leaving Culver's I handed it to him & everyone saw. I don't know what I was thinking would happen, all I know is that I felt awful. I'm pretty sure Zach thought I was expecting something in return, which is far from the truth. All I wanted to do was get him something nice for V-Day & now he feels obligated to get me something. I just feel like a total douche for ever thinking that this was an ok thing to do.

Best friends forever? Or just for now?

I was at dinner today when I saw a good friend of mine walking to her table. I've been friends with this girl for a few years & when I decided to come to Stephens she was overjoyed. She swore that we would hang out all the time & that we would have the time of our lives together. But when we made eye contact, neither of us went to talk to the other. We  didn't even smile at each other. We ignored the fact that the incident even happened. & that's what got me wondering if we are even considered friends by the world's standards.

What happened between my friend & me today is not a unique situation. College does this to people. Everyone says that they are going to stay BFFs until the end of time, but as soon as the last diploma is given at graduation & everyone goes their separate ways things change. It's a fact of life. Some friends stick around for the whole show, others get up & leave at intermission. I have a friend that I have known since we were four year olds at Wednesday night church services & we talk everyday. Tonight's dinner was bound to happen eventually & I just need to not let it get to me. I have so many new friends now the I don't know what to do with myself.

Things are going to be ok. I'm going to be ok.

Rage Against the Machine

Costuming & Makeup is going to be the death of me. I can sew really well when doing it by hand. But when it comes to sewing with a machine I become totally dense & mentally shut down. The past few days in that class have been absolute torture. When Cynda explains to the class how to do a certain stitch, I pay so much attention you would think I was trying to blow up her sewing machine using Jedi mind powers. I'll think I will be able to do it without any help... Then she tells us to try it on our own & everything that she just said evaporates into thin air. My friends Danielle & Cheyenne have had to help me with everything we have to do because I simply cannot get it. It's a miracle to me that my machine hasn't burst into flames by now. After I'm done with this class, you better believe that I will never & I mean NEVER use another sewing machine as long as I live.

WINE MAN!!!!

I have been so out of it today. It was practically impossible for me to fall asleep last night, so that combined with the cold medicine that I've been taking has been making me a wee bit loopy. Like instead of going to my costume class, I decided to take a nap. But halfway up the ladder to my bed, I decided that it was much too high & not worth the effort to take a few more steps so I pulled down my blankets, pillow, & Snuggles Bear & fell asleep in the middle of my room on the floor.

Then tonight at dinner, I was enjoying my cornflakes & Coke icee with my fellow cast mates when I came up with probably the most ridiculous/AWESOME!! superhero ever. We were talking about the whereabouts of our friend, Danielle Wineman, & I thought aloud, "You know what an awesome superhero would be? Wine Man. He could fight crime by shooting wine from his fingertips to make his nemeses drunk & he would exclaim 'You know what sounds like fun? Sitting in a cage!' & he would take them to prison. It's brilliant!" Everyone at the table broke out in laughter & I was just as calm as can be. The idea of this superhero seemed absolutely flawless to me. I was amazed that no one had already created him.I kept pondering about how awesome Wine Man could be. I even thought up his arch nemesis: Prohibition Man. I am seriously considering writing a comic book or graphic novel about the adventures of Wine Man in my free time (after the show is over, of course). I'm just afraid that Wine Man's amazingness is the product of too much cold medicine & once I regain my health I will lose interest in this goal. Hopefully, Wine Man will stay with me & will someday become the real deal.

Good for you, Timer!

Today was the last of our snow days, & I spent it like a final snow day should be spent: I slept in until noon & sat around the dorm all day. Things that I needed to get done got done like cleaning the water in my fish's bowl, washing my dishes, doing my homework from three days ago, taking a shower, & other normal things that a person should do all the time.

After a while of just sitting around at my desk, Rudi (the roomie) & I decided that it's time to venture out into the world & get some grub. All day we've been craving some good ol' fashioned Thai food & we were dead set on getting some for dinner. As we were about to get ready for our little adventure into the chilly world that is Columbia, Missouri our dear friend Dylan Shelofsky stopped by to see if we wanted to get some dinner. We told her our plan to get some scrumptious food & she was overjoyed to join us.

It was quite a long & chilly walk to Bangkok Gardens. Dylan showed us a shortcut, which was much appreciated, & we got there in record time. We were seated in the balcony & it took us no time at all to realize what we were going to eat. I got some delicious tofu with pineapple, red & green bell peppers, carrots, & onions & a ginger beer. Everything was so delicious I didn't want to stop eating. & when we thought we couldn't eat anymore food, we decided to split some sticky rice. It was some of the best food I have had in a long time.

Once we finished our lovely meal & even lovelier conversation, we bundled back up & headed back to campus. We frolicked through the side streets not really caring to look to see if there was any ice on the sidewalk. This proved to be a bit of a problem for Rudi, because as we continued down Cherry Street she slipped on some black ice. It all happened in slow motion & the only thing that Dylan & I could think to do was to reach out to help her & say something along the lines of Uhhhh!! Unfortunately, neither of these things assisted Rudi & she fell to the ground. Luckily she was unharmed. When we finally got to Broadway, we did not feel like waiting for the GO!! symbol at the crosswalk, so we decided to run across the street & yell random noises like it would stop any cars from hitting us.

Today was an all around good day. It has gone by in such a wierd way, like not too fast but not too slow. It's like spending the day in limbo. & it just keeps going & going like the Energizer Bunny. & what I came to realize was that I have more fun when I do things sponaneously than when I plan things out. It's because when things don't go according to plan, you get bummed out & it's hard to jump back onto the happy wagon. I think from now on I"m going to just let things happen naturally instead of trying to plan things out, step by step. It's going to make things so much easier & a lot more fun.

So Lucky

I have the best roommate EVER. I haven't been feeling well the past few days & I spent the day going all over frozen Columbia looking for an open doctor's office, but alas they were all closed. My sister ended up taking me back to the BSU, where I took a nice cat nap in the middle of the library. When I woke up, I checked my facebook & I found this lovely video on my wall.

This is my favorite song (at the moment) & Rudi put it there to make me feel better. Then when I got home from my long journey, she told me that there was a sandwich in the fridge waiting for me. She made me a sandwich! & I must say it is quite delicious; I am eating it as we speak. It's little things like these that make me so happy that I have such an AH!-mazing roommate like Rudi.

Everybody Wants to Be a Cat

Today was the first snow day at school. This is a big deal because Stephens hasn't canceled class in ages (or at least 5 years). We spent most of the day doing homework & watching the snow fall while relaxing in our room-sized fort that we built last night. 

 When we finally decided it was time to get some dinner, the group of us bundled up and and departed for Stamper. As we devoured our meals, we discussed all sorts of strange topics. The first one was what animals we would be. It was decided that Dylan would be a duck, I would be like the Geico Gecko, Rudi would be a red panda, & so on. Then we somehow ended up on what Sesame Street characters we would be. Danielle was Cookie/Veggie Monster, Rudi the Count, Courtney was Elmo, Dylan was Zoe, & I was Grover just to name a few. This went on for quite a while.

 After sitting in the cafeteria for about an hour, we decided that it was time to make the journey back to Roblee. Once we stripped off our layers, we decided that it was high time to watch a good movie. Our first choice was Paris, je'Taime but alas it kept skipping. But from what we saw, we all enjoyed it. When we took it out, we exchanged it for The Aristocats (which is one of my favorite Disney movies). 

 As we enjoyed the movie, we discussed which is better: cats or dogs. I noticed that most of us chose cats over dogs & my guys friends chose dogs over cats. I wonder if, as men & women, we are genetically programed to think this way or if it's just by chance. If that is the case, then how am I going to find a guy that I want to spend the rest of my life with if he doesn't want a cat?