01. My booklight broke. I just replaced the batteries so I know it's not that. I'm having to old-school-it with my mini flashlight. Alas, poor broken booklight.
02. Kerry, Kevin, and I (and possibly some more of our friends) are surprising Vitina by taking her up to Cleveland to see Dane Cook for her birthday. I think we're going 10 November. Woot! We're in nosebleed seats but the venue isn't ungodly huge so it should be fine. (Plus, y'know, stingy college students: nosebleed seats ftw!!) I am anticipating a rockin' good time.
03. I got an email the other day from the head of the English department reminding me that registration is approaching. Yes, it's that time of the year again, folks. Anytime anyone says anything about regestration I'm reminded of Toby Ziegler:
Sam: So, how do you feet there, big guy?
Toby: Like I just got screwed with my pants on.
04. I'm so incredibly loving my Crime Fiction class. It's easy, it's fun, the professor is nice, and either I'm amazing or my professor is the easiest grader in the world because I just got my midterm exam and my second paper back and I got 100% on both. I'm fairly sure I have 100% in the class. See? Fun.
05. I'm making dinner tonight. I'm rather nervous. I... don't cook. It's probably not a good idea. I felt badly that all of my roommates had made dinner for the house except me, and they said it was fine because I usually help, but still. Mom says the recipe I picked is pretty foolproof so please please please let me not screw it up. I'm making my great-grandmother's baked spaghetti and cheese.