Ok, so last week was clearly very tough for me. I wasn’t PMSing or anything like that; I was just overwhelmed by all of the stuff I’ve been dealing with for the past few months. And I wrote in here because I felt like I was going to implode, and I was going out with two different groups of people and didn’t want to be Debbie Downer around anyone. So, blah.
I leave tomorrow for Pennsylvania. I’m trying to focus on the positives: meeting Savannah (my parents’ puppy); meeting Elissa (Gregory’s girlfriend who is so sweet and sends me letters); having both of my brothers in the same place at the same time; having all five members of my little family together under the same roof. But the elephant in the room is Gregory’s departure. So while we’re all going to be genuinely happy to be around each other, I know that we’re all going to wish to be somewhere – anywhere – else.
It’s a great time to be a Mountaineer, let me tell ya. Right now WVU is ranked #3 in football and #1 in partying. Seriously, I love it. Love it, love it. I’ve been getting emails and messages about both prestigious rankings all week.
I had such a fun, girlie Sunday. Quri and I went to a make-up store and spent forever in there. I love to play with my hair, buy clothes, wear stilettos and put on make-up. (I also love football and reading Playboy. I’m weird. Allan thinks it’s cool, though.) But yeah, I emerged from the makeup store wearing glitter eyeliner and carrying a bottle of Lincoln Park After Dark OPI nail polish.
On Saturday I saw the Bodies exhibit, the one in Durham, and it was really neat! This is going to sound terribly immature and perverted, I don’t mean to be, but… I was fascinated by the testicles. Ok, so I thought they were much closer to the penis, but turns out they’re little dangly things that hang from the abdomen. They just like hang there. I don’t know. That must sound totally naïve, but they look and feel completely different when they’re on a living guy (not that I would know) and it was just very interesting to me. And although I already knew this, there was a section that talked about human attraction being based on scent. You basically like how the other person smells – their true smell minus cologne, deodorant, perfume, etc… – and that’s what attracts you to them. And there’s nothing you can do to mask the scent, and you’re either attracted or you’re not. Neat-o.
Michael Vick is going to plea guilty, which makes me very happy. I’ve read a lot about the story, and I think my favorite thing was written by some guy at foxnews.com. He said that ideally Michael Vick will continue to play for the Falcons, and every time he loses a game, they’ll electrocute him.