Folding Socks With Tchaikovsky

--Weird things I have heard lately:

1. In the stairwell: "Do you know how tired you are after a murder?"

2. On the bus: Two girls discussing a new piercing. "I was nervous to get it at first, but then I saw another guy convincing a girl not to get her - " she pointed her finger downward and made a swirling motion here " - pierced, so I knew they weren't just in it for the money." The other girl said, "Oh, that's so great."

3. At the dining hall: "But the CHILDREN! Why do they have to kill the CHILDREN!" I actually doubled back and put more sprinkles on my ice cream to learn more about this. I still had no idea what they were talking about. I assumed it was child soldiers but I'm not even sure if they were talking about humans or animals.

4. In the English building: "I'm definitely attached to the chair but I'm willing to change."

5. At Newbury Comics: "I don't want to do the Day of Silence but I'm afraid the whole school will hate me and call me a gay-hater." Like, really? What school do you go to, friend? This was in Northampton, though, so I suppose it's the only place on Earth where you'd hear that sentence.

--I would like to make a public denunciation of the Schick Xtreme3. I used to use them before the Schick Quattro came into my life, and they were fine. I had to revert back to them because the bulk-sized packs of the Quattro were not available last time I was in need. I don't know what Schick has done to ruin these razors since I last used them, but I look like a bloody scabby ridiculous mess all the time now. Unfortunately I bought thirty of them so I have a while to go before I see this out.

--Speaking of, I just cut my nostril open while shaving. I don't know why the razor was even in the vicinity of my nostril.

--When my federal tax return came in I decided to get Netflix, and oh my gosh what was I waiting for. I wish every form of entertainment had this type of thing. Books and music and stuff. They just mail it to you! What a concept! I have wasted hours pouring over movies and so far have figured out what the big fuss over River Phoenix was.

--I am donating blood today. This is a big deal. I wouldn't say I'm really afraid of much, but I definitely have anxiety over certain things, and blood is one. Not just the blood, not even the needle, but the fact of seeing my blood outside my body really messes with me psychologically. But it's such a good, easy thing to do and they have blood drives all the time here and, I mean, I haven't got much time left on campus. My overprotective friend who's going with me has been texting me reassurances and tips ("Drink lots of water! It makes your veins easier to find!"), which are probably not necessary. There is a free t-shirt involved so that will likely overcome my anxiety.

--Courtney went home on Biggest Loser. I was rather devastated about this. I think seeing her go under 200 pounds would have been one of the happiest days of my life.

--I need a good short story collection right now. I'm trying to read a short Steinbeck novel but it's so boring and on-the-nose, politically. I'm in the mood for short stories but all I have is Chekhov and the translation I have uses distractingly excessive punctuation. I don't know if that makes it more authentically Russian or something, but seeing, for instance, "Get out!!" in a book not written by Dan Brown really takes me out of the story.

--I'm seeing Hanna later today. I'm not terribly excited about it because I hate that spelling of the name and, honestly, it looks to me like it could be really stupid. But I'm rather invested in Saorise Ronan's career. If she doesn't go crazy she could be a big deal in the future, I think.

--I had one of those Saturday nights last weekend. I woke up with a basketball in my bed and I have no idea where it came from or why I have it. But I apparently drew a giant smiley face on it in blue marker.