Retaliation

Remember that time I short sheeted Teish's bed for the second night in a row? She didn't make a big deal about it. However, in the morning, I couldn't find my ID card. The card that gets me into the unit, my room, and dinner. I left my door open and went to class anyway and, when I came home, knocked on the door until someone came to let me in. Teish came to let me in and told me she would give me my ID back if I promised to leave her room alone. Well played, Teish, well played.

Yesterday was a productive day. It was actually too productive. I did homework all day and caught up on all the readings from my different classes. I stayed home, stayed sober, and didn't go out. I made chocolate croissants and went to bed at 11. However, while I was busy being productive, I forgot about one of my lecture classes. Oops! No worries, though, I got the notes online and talked to one of my friends in the class.

This morning, I woke up before my alarm feeling great. Except I woke up before my alarm because it wasn't going to go off until tomorrow at 8:15. Still, that's okay because I don't have class today. It's a warm, cloudy day with a nice breeze out. Loves it.

When I first moved onto Res I was really bummed because I got assigned to South instead of BG with my international friends. Last night, Alex, the RA from BG who I challenged to a cookoff and backed out because she knew she'd lose, told me she had just talked to Reno, the guy in charge of all of Res, and told him that she wanted me to move into her unit because one of her kids was moving out. As tempting as this would've been three or four weeks ago, I knew I wasn't going anywhere. Still, minutes later, I saw Teish and asked her, "Teish what would you say if I told you I was moving to BG?" She got a horrified look on her face, turned around and started screaming for Alex--my roommate--yelling "Aleeeeeeeeeex! Something terrible has happened! America is moving to BG!"At this, not only Alex, but everyone in my unit and in my sister unit got very upset, girls and guys alike. So I came clean and told them I wasn't leaving to which there was a collective sigh of relief and hugs all around. It was nice to see that I'd be missed in my unit.

I got to Skype on of my very best friends, Tyler, yesterday. He showed me his new leg sleeve and told me that the next session he had scheduled was to finish the sleeve by getting a big, angry crab on his knee cap. I'd like to get an octopus tattooed on my kneecap some day, but I'll let him tell me how bad it hurts, first.

I get headaches at night most every night, and I find it harder and harder to fall asleep.

I heard everyone come home from the club last night around 12:30 (an early night) and go quiet down around 1. This morning, on the kitchen table was a mess of bowls, caked with dried easy-mac. The best one, though, was a bowl full of water with a block of ramen noodles sitting in it and the flavor packet just floating on top. I turned to Will and said "This is what happens when I don't cook for drunk people."

Take care guys, I think about you a lot.
Yes, all of you.
~Daniel