Poopy Car

Its amazing how much little things can make a difference...I know that sounds trite. Sometimes it seems like I can do nothing to help those who matter most to me. When my friends turn to me for help I want to do just that, help them, but it doesn't always work that way. Anyway, in the middle of feeling fairly helpless I noticed Megan's away message that said, "Monday morning chats with Caley make me happy." We only talked for 8 minutes and I hadn't even started the conversation out of some selfless desire to be there for her, rather, I just wanted to talk to my best friend. So. There you go. 8 minutes. Saying "good morning." Apparently thats all it takes.

Home has become more and more appealing lately. I don't know why that is. I'm sure at some point during the upcoming breaks I'll be so sick of it I'll want to scream but it seems like lately all I want to do is go there...be there.

My plan for an alliteration week just might fail miserably which is a shame because I really wanted some pie, among other things.

Kala is going to marry Keri Noble. I'm not going to lie, I'm a little jealous. The concert Friday was more than the highlight of the weekend...it eclipsed everything else I did. I'm still debating whether or not I should go to the Matt Nathanson concert Friday night or opt to go to the Common Ground Crew Thanksgiving dinner. Since it will be the second day in three weeks that I'll be able to eat the food option is mighty tempting.

Maybe I'll go put on some pearls. For most of you, it will make no sense as to why that will make me happy but my mom would understand. When I talked to her a few minutes ago she actually suggested I wear my pink boots but I feel like pearls would do the trick. We'll see!

Oh, by the way, the title of this blog has nothing to do with the blog itself. I do in fact have a car that is covered in bird poop, therefore it is a poopy car. I just wanted to use that title. Don't question me, just embrace it.
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