Waity...Amanda

You know what I hate?  When people get mad at me for saying sorry.  Does this ever happen to you guys?  For instance, something bad happens to someone.  I say, "I'm sorry."  They say, in a mean voice, "Why would you apologize?  It's not your fault."

Well, duh, it's not my fault.  But I was just expressing that I feel sorrow for the bad thing that happened to them.  Since when is that not allowed?  How is that anything other than a nice thing to say?

In Spanish, which is taking over my life and which I am very non-proficient at, you say "lo siento" when you're apologizing, which literally means, "I feel for you."

I think that rocks.  I think that people should express compassion and stuff more often.  Who is with me?

Sorry for the rant.  I'm not even referring to a specific event right now.  I think I'm just mad that it is STILL January.  This has been the longest month of my life.  I can't wait for February, because after that comes March, and after that comes April.  And in April comes my study abroad to London and the nuptials of these little cuties.

That's right.  I'm going to be in London for the royal wedding, which makes this semester SO worth it.  My life rocks.

When Stalking Pays Off

You know what's fun?  Remembering where you were exactly one year ago.

 Like, this morning I had a meeting at 8 am.  One year ago, that would have been akin to 5 am for me and there's no way I would have made it on time or probably even have been able to physically wake up at that point.  My dorm sleeping habits were really, really wack.  My parents called me a vampire.  Luckily for me, my circadian rhythm has changed to that extent that, this year, I was able to rejoin the land of the living.

...I still accidentally slept through my meeting though.  It was really embarrassing.  But 8 am on a Friday?  C'mon.

Okay, okay, there's no excuse.

Another thing I was doing (in addition to be nocturnal) one year ago was stalking a boy.  Does that creep you out?  Let me explain.

There was this boy in one of my classes fall semester that I thought was really nice.  He made really smart comments in class about philosophy and other cool things.  I'm pretty we never spoke to each other even once.

Anyway, I saw him on campus one day and he was in a wheelchair.  A wheelchair!  I was pretty sure that he was not in a wheelchair the semester before.

And then a week later, I saw him in the basement of the JFSB on crutches.  I was so confused.

I saw him several more times around campus either in a wheelchair or walking with crutches.  I had to figure out what was up.  So I made mental note of all the places that I saw him and tried to be in the vicinity of those places at the same time every day.  Every time I saw him I would come home and tell Haleigh and we would get really excited.

And now, one year later, I have not only TALKED to the wheelchair/crutch boy, but am actually dating him.  I, like, love him and stuff.

It was Robby.  Isn't that funny?

"It is in vain to say human beings ought to be satisfied with tranquillity..."

"...they must have action; and they will make it if they cannot find it." (Jane Eyre, if you were wondering)

I'm feeling restless and I just have all of these thoughts in my head.  But I really want to go to sleep.  So I'm going to share my thoughts with all of you.  Here they are.

1.  I still love the book Jane Eyre.  I think the reason I love it so much is because of the Masterpiece Theatre movie rendition where this lady is Jane.

Goodness gracious, I love her.  If you are reading this and you haven't read Jane Eyre  yet, stop what you are doing immediately and buy a copy and read it.  After that, watch this movie.  You will feel so much joy.

2. Gobama.  I still love him as well, if you were wondering.  He is a classy guy.   I was reminded of it when I read this Op-Ed he posted in the New York Times.  What a cool person.

3.  Leggings are not, and never will be, an acceptable, appropriate, or attractive alternative to pants.  Never.  They are not pants.  They just aren't.

(not cute, not pants)

4.  On a more serious note,  I am so upset about the shooting of Gabrielle Giffords on Saturday in Tucson.  It is shocking and sad and it just reminds me how much I really, really, really hate guns. 

....anyways.  What are you guys thinking about right now?