Really. Tights are not pants.

What the.

I-am-robot-do-not-respond.

I just love automated messages. I got one today that said "i-am-robot-do-not-respond." I sent one back saying "i-am-human-too-bad." My favorite automated messages are from BYU Financial Services that say "any response to this email will not be read or seen by a human." Scary. And funny.

And finally I just want to say that I love my baby brother. He is absolutely darling, and at 16, promises to be a major stud. He may be taller than me but he will always be my little Buddy. Today he sent me a text saying that the counseling center at his high school spelled "cafeteria" wrong. They spelled it "cafiteria." Only a brother of mine would catch that and send me a text bemoaning its existence. I love him so much. He takes care of me and is my best friend.

I just can't say enough...

about how much I love the rain today! It makes this whole past week of feeling sick worth it.

Kind of.

I'm feeling loads better today, thanks to my BFF Sudafed PE and an exorbitant amount of sleep. And slacking. Slacking is key. I chose my most important class (430: magazines) and focused on that. My other two classes have faded into the background somewhat for the moment. At least I have my priorities right. Our magazine is going to be amazing, I promise you.

L'existance.

One of my pet peeves is people who do or say things that make me regret opening up to them. It really does nothing for my quest to trust people. And it makes me feel dumb.

In other news, I'm pretty sure my French and Italian cinema professor used the phrase "fog of existence" at least 14 times in a twelve minute period yesterday. Cara and I have concluded that our new band name will be Existential Fog. Stay tuned for track listings.