GHP friends and their roles in my life: Jen: Person to grab me by the shoulders and slap me when I get hysterical. Leah: Spiritual advisor. Emily: Boy advisor. Also good to read stupid lines from raunchy novels out loud with. Lucy: Person to make me laugh genuinely out loud with cute comments like "these are not broccoli florets". Chandler: Resident best GHP guy friend. Fellow photographer. I highly approve. Adelia: Person to dance on countertops with to bad eighties music. Sarah: Person to develop my lack of social niceties. Christine: Person to remind me that I really, REALLY need to do my summer reading. Also person to have tea with and walk with. =) Jay: Only half counts because I already knew him. Guy to learn to waltz with. That's all I can think of right now. Well, I have other friends, of course, but those are my closest ones. =) Sitting around on Saturdays feels so good. I just made cookies so I smell like Pam and stuff. I took this awesome three hour long nap earlier. Freaking amazing. I feel awesome. Tomorrow I'm going to church with Chandler--I hope I atleast know a few songs!=(! I think it's so embarassing when you go to a new church and you don't know any of the songs. There's just something so painful about wanting to sing to God but not knowing the words. I usually make it up as I go, but I'm totally nervous for some reason. A lady author came to talk to us today. She was very nice, atleast what I heard. Mostly I just stayed hunched over a book in my lap reading, but occasionally I did actually listen. Like when she said "sexually explicit" about her first book. I mean, the woman looks like my grandmother. Imagine your grandmother writing an explicit novel. Straighten your face out from its cringe and you'll understand where I'm coming from. I didn't like the short story she gave us to read. I thought it was trash, actually, but she's published and nominated for a Pulitzer so obviously her other work must have some sort of formulation of a plot. I wonder if she ever just says a lot of BS about what her stories are about. I mean, she said something about compassion, but you know, I really just thought it was lame. Then again, Lili, you've never had anything published, so you shouldn't talk. In other news I am extremely bored. Nobody is answering their phone. Not hungry. Um, what else to do with myself? Je ne suis pas fatigue parce que j'ai deja pris un petit somme. Euh, peut-etre je suis dans l'amour avec l'idée de "l'alésage" parce que je ne suis pas faire rien. The end. Someone call me before I wither and die or throw myself off the swirly bridge. That was a joke, guys.