zomgsters.

Again, sorry for the lack of update. I'm a lameface.

This weekend was nice...Suze stayed with us Friday, and we ate tasty Mexican food and saw Sarah's amazing play and made tasty cupcakes until 1 AM. Saturday I played in the pep band for the women's basketball game, which was intense (double overtime...we won). I then saw my friends from high school, Ethan and Cameron, and had hug timez because they were at the indoor track invitationals here. Around 6, Schauble and her friend from High Point, Hannah, got to Chapel Hill, at which point we immediately headed to Franklin to see *zomg* Kimya Dawson. I wanted to stay longer, but even for the 20 minutes I was there, she was amazing. She seems so simply and childish but she just writes what she feels and what she wants the world to know and I think that's pretty awesome. I mean she just puts it out there, whether about child molestors or farts or love or anything. Just says it. I want to be her. Then, we ate tasty tasty pizza at Peppers and pretended to be sophisticated artsy kids at Starbucks, but as anyone who doesn't party knows, that's about where the fun ends on Franklin, unless you are vintage shopping or going to Cat's Cradle. But we weren't. We just ended up hanging out in the room and talking and catching up, which was nice and much-needed. Sunday morning we woke up and hit Ye Olde Waffle Shop and Johnny Tshirt (tourists much?! haha) for the benefit of the HPU kids. They left around 3:40, at which point I headed to a Vinyl Records meeting. I'm not going to ramble too much about it, in case I'm not good enough to hire haha, but they have a really awesome program starting for student artists. Verrry promising. Sunday night was spent doing a whole lot of nothing. Kind of like today. Except I did have really good days in both Econ and Art History. I lurrrve Art, it's so interesting to me, unlike...say....Spanish. And of course, Harry Potter trivia night was quite interesting/dorkalicious. Yes please.

I am rather excited about going home this weekend. I feel like it's not being too clingy or whatever to want to go home every couple of weeks, especially with Boy waiting there. He had a dream about me a couple of nights ago in which CH was under attack. We found each other in a record store, professed our undying love, then survived the monster's wrath. In celebration of our survival, we decided to take a road trip to Canadian water park. Yayyy best dream ever. I have decided I really like being dreamed about in these types of dreams, because it's the kind of dream you wake up from and, when you realize you can't just call and see the person, you get really sad and miss them. I am missed. By a wonderful Boy. His subconsious totttally wants me hahahaha. Do you ever wonder how people see you in their dreams? Like was my hair straight or curly? What was I wearing? What did I say? Was I funny or annoying? I'm so strange sometimes.

So, yeah.