i'm cold and tired and i can't type

i don't know why it got so cold all of a sudden here in E-town. We left the window in our living room open all day, and its freezing now. My fingers are like little icicles and i can't type properly.

Anyhow, congratulations to Kyle who was, thus far, the only one to attempt to figure out what my IPA sentence said in my last entry. I'm a little disappointed though, cause it should have only taken you about 10 seconds to figure it out. Oh well, still, here are your three gold stars:

By the way, I don't think I can hand out any more gold stars since the translation for the sentence was documented in the comments section. Nice try everyone.

So anyways, I decided today that I don't like malls very much. Don't get me wrong, I am very girly in the fact that I love shopping...oh man, if I could get paid sweet money just to shop, I would (maybe I should become a mystery shopper...), and I love to browse around in almost every store, and (occasionally) buy things...but why does the mall always give me a headache? I don't think I'm agoraphobic or claustrophobic, but something about all the crowds, and getting cut off by people running infront of you and then getting stuck behind grandma and grandpa out for a Sunday cruise, its very much like car traffic, which also frustrates me. In a way I wish there were driving lanes in the mall, only walking lanes I suppose. One side of the corridors are for traffic heading one direction, and vice versa. There would be little turning lanes and all. And officers patrolling to hand out tickets to violators. Hmmm...what would shopping at WEM be like if that's how it was? Actually, I'd probably go crazy and hijack some motorized cart and start running people over. Not a pretty picture.

Tomorrow after church they're giving out free pizza for those who stay after the service. You'd have to be crazy not to want to stay for free pizza and fellowship. That's like not staying for a potluck. Unbelievable. I love GCAC's potlucks. That's one thing I'll definitely miss...(not to mention all the amazing people there...who cook all the food...ha), but I am happy to announce that I get next weekend off and I will be returning home for Thanksgiving. Things are starting to look up.

By the way, that's a story in itself. So I get to work last shift, and my manager was complaining that I keep taking all these days off, and I was like, what are you talking about? I only booked two days off for this weekend! And he said, No, you're booked off for next weekend too, friday saturday sunday monday...and my jaw dropped. I don't recall booking those days off in advance. I didn't even know when Thanksgiving was until a few days ago. I seriously think either:
1)I have premature alzheimers, and just don't remember booking it off
2)My mom called my work and threatened to hurt them unless they let me come home for Thanksgiving
3) My name miraculously appeared in the day's off binder...

I'm so confused...but so excited for turkey. Who's coming to my house for dinner next weekend?

Hmmm...i know in the title of this entry I said I was tired, but its funny how when you're cold you wake up a little. I feel like I could run a marathon, or do all three DVDs of Pilates...almost

Rae and I went to Sam's house tonight. He has two elevators in his apartment, lucky duck, but thing is, one of the elevators is broken because apparently some dudes trying to move in today busted it by holding the door open too long or something. To me that doesn't make any sense. Why would an elevator break because its door was kept open? If I was an elevator, and my door was held open for too long, I wouldn't break down, I'd just be ticked off. Maybe slam my doors into the guy's hand. That'll learn 'em

Anyhow, enough with my ADD blog. I think I should get into my nice warm bed and fall asleep so i can wake up in time for church and pizza tomorrow. Actually...i think the window is open in my room too...ooh...nice cold bed for me.

Goodnight everyone.