You look like a little poop animal!

This is your cute moment for the day.

It is your birthday.

And, by yours I mean mine. You can see by this image above that I am having a great time. That image is from my birthday party. The theme was "Everyone wants to be Marlowe." It was meant to be a physical roast of sorts. You know when everyone makes fun of you, but only because they love you. It went really well. My roommate was hilarious in her drunken antics, and by the end of the night I had "happy birthday" sung to me in 10 different languages. I don't know if you guys saw the video that was posted on facebook, but you can see everyone singing to me and that I'm not there. I actually left because they would not stop singing "happy birthday." Then the singing moved on to "In the Jungle." Luckily, the band moved on to the rest of the dormitory, and I could escape the sing along that never ends. I love those guys in all seriousness. For my birthday, my friend Stefano wrote me a letter. He worked on it for days getting the English right and the hand writing neat. That is worth more to me than anything one can buy.

Anyway, I'm still writing these last two essays. I want them to be good because they will be the last ones of my college career. I've already gotten a few grades. They are A's and B's, but that really means nothing. It just means I completed my one assignment. Besides that, the grades don't transfer back so I could have done nothing and it would have the same outcome. I have a serious guilt complex so I do the work, and the work is decent.

Today, we're going to make crepes, bacon, eggs, and mimosa's. Then we're going to watch "I Heart Huckabee's." I think I'll work on these papers for a while and leave up my different pages so anyone who wants to contact me can. Teresa is having a dinner at her and Xuane's new flat. Then the good-bye party for the students is tonight. So, I'll go to that and contemplate how temporary life is. On that note, I have breakfast to make and you all have life to live. Live it well. Adieu.

All I can say is, God bless 2010.

I don't know about you, but I have a lot of anxiety. This article (and I say article loosely) is dedicated to all the women. Men, this is just a bit of the historical aspect of what women have gone through because of you. Perhaps, not so much you, and mainly your predecessors. I would like to consider myself to be a mild mannered feminist. The type that respects what women have fought for in the past. This is just one of the many examples as to why we have to keep paying attention to the role we take as a sex simply because it's stories like this that scare the shit out of me.

http://www.viceland.com/wp/2010/01/the-a-to-z-of-sexual-history-h-hysteria-and-teh-monster-in-your-womb/

Isn't it weird?

I am trying to do work. There's not much left just 4 papers. I'm sorry I'm too busy to post blogs. I'll try to come up with a plan for this weekend.

I thought I would never find this again.

There must be a God.

People who like to fall down, do fall down.

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AH!

Xuane's back! Yay! I've been so bored. I read a whole book. Can you imagine? I've, also, watched 6 movies on an 16 GB ipod. My friend Ryan loaned it to me. She has a very unique taste in movies. Her choices consist of Half Baked, Grandma's Boy, American Pie 6 (I didn't even know there were 4), Death Race, Eurotrip, Old School, Pineapple Express, and Role Models. I watched all of them except American Pie and Death Race. Don't worry, I still have time to change my mind. My computer won't be fixed for 2-9 more days. And don't look at me like I should go outside and do something. It is cold and snowy out there.

Tomorrow we return to school. You would think that is a good thing, but it's not. It will just get me out of bed earlier and leave me with more time to figure out how to entertain myself. I do see a bright side to my cloudy Polish sky. I was being obsessive about Lost and Facebook. This computer breakdown saved me from myself. Now, I have to save myself from, well, myself because we are on day 3 without a cigarette. Good start, but I'm pretending each day is the first day I quit. That way the day before is always a practice run. I'll try to find something more interesting to blog about in the coming days. Ciao for now.