I believe the world is burning to the ground

So I'm in the middle of an essay about vocation and this book The Soloist for my Call and Response in the Bible course, due in an hour and a half, so I decided to procrastinate even more and look at my blog that I haven't updated in a very long time.

I tried doing NaNoWriMo, but got 481 words in and quit.

I made the Fall Mainstage production of The Imaginary Invalid. I was Louise. Tiny role, Tons of fun, sucked up lotsa time before Thanksgiving break. Which is mostly why I quite NaNo.

I got over David (no contact with someone for two months did that to me), which is good because we've both got our perspective interests. Mine just happens to be a bit of an ass and confused. Siobhan calls him a woman with a penis. I think he just over analyzes everything. So, to make a long story short, he and I had things going on, we made out Halloween night, a few days later I get pissed and we have a fight, I don't talk to him for three days, we stay up all night and hash things out, we're back to being close friends. I still like him, and probably will for a while, but right now I'm waiting for him to be unconfused. In the meantime, I'm controlling my like of him. Oi.

Winter Formal is on Friday. I got a red dress for it. Should be fun, a bunch of my girls are going. I highly doubt Derek will ask me, but I'm going with my girls anyway. I'm even considering turning him down if he does ask me. But that's not going to happen, so we'll just concentrate on buying Katelyn shoes and wondering how she's gonna fix her hair now that she has layers.

I have a new name. All of my Honors Lounge buddies call me Stanky, and various variations thereof, including Schtiiiiinkeeee, Stanks, and Schteinkinator. It's good fun. Yay for having the same name as a dozen other girls in your class. Kevin calls me Katelyn.

I wanna lose ten pounds to get down from 130, but with all this college snack food it's practically impossible to do. Ah well. I'll keep trying.

The nob on my heater in my room broke, so now it's turned to the highest setting until I get get someone in to fix it. Or figure it out myself. It'd be easier if the metal wasn't so damn hot. ha, I can see the steam coming out of it right now. Now that I've got the window open too, my room's gonna be hot and cold at the same time! Joy.

I have to do laundry. I'm getting a little too creative in my clothing.

I wish my room didn't smell funky. I don't know why. I think it's the combination of Kayla's and my smells. My perfume, her acne pads, our clothes...urg. I think if I can get the heater fixed (it was kinda broke before, I broke it more by fixing it) and it won't be so damn hot in here and it won't smell as weird. Sio's room smells nice and it's also super clean. Ah well.

Well, I think I've wasted enough time. Time to get back to my essay. And no matter how well I write it, Derek will still get a higher score. That bastard. ;-)