My February was pretty busy, plus an 18-wheeler tried to run over me. So I've been a bit preoccupied.

Spotted on a blackboard in my political science classroom:

My mom and my sister started rating my sanity (well, insanity, actually) without my knowledge. I don't remember exactly what they said was sane...numbers 1 through 12 or something. Anything after that is insanity. Last I heard, I was on 800 or something. It's not fair! Even quoting from TV shows increases my insanity rating.

My sister also has the idea that I might have been German in a previous life. We think this might be so for several reasons. Sometimes, I dream in German. That in itself is not very unusual. I know other German students who dream in German occasionally. I don't really know why, though, but whenever I hear German or I'm in German class, I feel like I'm home. It gives me warm fuzzies inside. I don't know how to explain it any better.

How this semester is looking so far:

• German and Social Psych may be the easy A classes.
• Broadcast/film Writing class and City of Dreams class can be A classes if I push myself to finish the assignments.
• Constitutional Design is the big uh-oh class. Final paper (minimum 25 pages) is worth 50% of my average. Plus, this used to be a graduate class. I'm in a class with *gulp* grad students.
• I have assignments due almost every day. Last week, I pulled four all-nighters. High school was never this sleepless.
• I am completing virtually none of my reading.

That last weekend of February was great. I actually cried myself to sleep because I was so happy, not because I was sad. It was a different kind of happy, too. Not the manic kind I sometimes go through, but...it was like I was feeling the least unhappy I'd felt in a long time. I'd just gone through three weeks of diligent homework completion, and I had one relatively easy week coming up. Also, spring break was a week away!

Oooh. And Jim came over!

On Saturday, I had an awesome day. After lunch, Susan and I played badminton. For some reason, it was the most amusing thing to me, and I laughed uncontrollably throughout the game. By the time my mom joined the game, I was crying from laughing so hard. It felt good to laugh. There's a good chance that was some kind of mini nervous breakdown, though.

Ah! And I have progressed further in my Old Spice addiction. I think the employees at Walgreens were becoming suspicious of me. Whenever I stopped by there, I'd go to the bathroom aisle and start smelling all the various Old Spice scents. I discovered that I'm mainly addicted to the Original scent of Old Spice High Endurance Deodorant. Not the antiperspirant, as I originally thought. Also, I don't like the way the Red Zone ones smell, nor the Old Spice Classic. Anyway, it was on sale at Target--so I bought myself my own stick. It sits on my desk, ready for my smelling convenience.

I'm sure none of you wanted to hear about that. But it's true, all of it.

Ah, my pretty hash browns...soon you will be mine! $2.95 and counting...

Must have 5 to reach Second Hash Brown Goal: (five)
Wait...that means I did it! I get hash browns! Super WHOO!

Helen