Nap Time.

It's snowing here. My Spanish professor was sick today so she sent in the new prof fresh off the plane from Spain. She completely freaked out at the sight of snow and I'm pretty sure she didn't understand what I meant when I said she should probably just hibernate this winter. Maybe she did but either way she thinks I'm a freak. The whole Spanish department does but I'm cool with it because after December 15, I'm not going to speak Spanish ever again. Even if I visit CatTed and Fran in Spain when they elope in three years.

We got our paychecks today and the paper turned out well. I designed the page for my business profile; it's the only one in the paper with the S&B logo in the dead center. I accidentally copy and pasted it there when they- SURPRISE- asked my design an ad three minutes before I was going to peace for the night. Oops. At the critique on Sunday night, there's no doubt Mark, the graphics editor, is going to ask me if I "meant to do that" even though he knows perfectly well that it was an honest mistake.

Christena is driving Scott, Ryan, and I to an outlet mall near Iowa City this afternoon. Since I'm returning the ridiculously expensive North Face jacket I bought online last weekend, I might buy a vest at Old Navy and find something else online next week. Really, I just like riding out of town in the backseat of cars. Especially Kelly's because it's so comfortable.

Kathleen is sleeeeeeeeping right now so I can't eat the Honey Chex Mix I bought at the Grille after Spanish. She had a hard week. So much reading, so little sleeping. My week was pretty bad too. Not for any particular reason, it was just really stressful and I feel like I'm behind in Spanish even though I've read the play about the school for the blind and watched the movie about the kids with osteosarcoma. Actually, I think I know why I'm in a funk. It's because all the material we read/see/discuss is extremely depressing.

On a lighter note, we started the hip hop unit in tutorial and Professor Purcell used the term "gangsta rap" 10 plus times in class yesterday. Tonight, Ryan and I are hosting a Rep Yo Coast Tutorial Party in Loose Pit. We'll listen to h-core rhymes, which I have hand selected from my own extensive collection of hip hop and gangsta rap (I went through a weird phase this summer,) eat pizza, and play games. It's sure to be off the chain. We've already had to move the location because BiFocal is hosting its own cocktail party in our first-choice locay.

My "p" key is really messed up. I probably won't be able to type "p" words soon.

The train is going by. Grinnell is so weird.