Dear God, Please Keep the Blizzard Away. Love, Alexandra

I'm going home tomorrow!!!!!!

Does life get any better?

I guess it would be better if I didn't have an exam tomorrow.

...Which I'm supposed to be waking Sean up to study for in 15 minutes.

...Which isn't going to happen because I'm not done packing.

...And yes blogging is a priority.

All of my people have started calling.

Today I tried to pay a parking meter with pennies. It didn't like that. I resorted to dimes because I don't want to waste quarters on Burlington meters when I can use them on tolls in the tollbooth state (New Jersey).

SO THEN I took the left over pennies and scattered them (heads up, of course) around streets in Burlington. I was bored/procrastinating.

There's probably some kid out there following my penny-trail.

Someone remind me to pick up that easy pass. (please)

Vadar is going for a journey!

And I've gotta grab some dinner. 

Peace & Love

Tigers are Going Extinct :-(

I have eleven papers due this week.
Naturally I'm writing a blog post instead.

Haiku of the Night:

In the library
Procrastination is key.
Warlord sits alone.

I'm proud of my sister.
She's a lethal weapon.
Can you say that?

Have I told you that my fish is anorexic?
I'm going to start crushing his food and dissolving it in his water so he has no choice but to eat.
It's like my own Caron foundation.

Please comment with topics of discussion.
Also, I miss everyone.

Leave Oprah Alone!

So last Friday I made an announcement to the world that I was going to have a really good blog post that day.  Five days later I don't remember why... probably just because I got sufficiently licked by a dog for a good three minutes.

I'm having trouble understanding what is so difficult to grasp about personal hygiene.

1. Shower

2. Brush your teeth

3. Deodorant

4. World Peace

Sunday night is the Mermaid Girl Special! Yayy!

The good news is I don't think I have any more papers to write this week (and what I mean by that is: I don't have a paper to write today).

Monday I forced Sean to have an extensive conversation about the Tower of Terror with me. (He was sleeping and probably didn't appreciate it.) But, as it turns out, I completely misunderstood what the Tower of Terror actually is. So luckily for everyone involved, I'm now in-the-know. Yayy!

Also, if you're my sister/the ultimate human (which you're not because I only have one and she doesn't read my blog), you betta rekognize that I'm the best sister ever. 

Emma and I put some super-stealthy artwork in the hallway the other day. So if you're in the zone, or 3rd floor B-Mid, put your hands in the ayer.

This is the most boring blog ever. 

And sorry about the ugly makeover: I don't know what I was thinking.

Peace & Love

I'm Shattered Like Glass

I have six papers due by next week.

>Why am I an English major?

Who schedules a class film for a FRIDAY night?

>I don't care what it is. (Let's go shopping!)

BUT it's falafel day, so life is good.

Vadar/Arthur has been returned.

I need to stop eating clementines.

Yesterday I was walking in B commons and some girl jumped out from behind a wall wearing sunglasses and she started dancing and singing "I wear my sunglasses at night...."

So I looked at her and said meekly, "Hey?" and kept walking.

Then some guy popped out from another wall and said "Well SHE was no fun!"

Like really, what do you expect?