Happy birthday.  :]

• in respect to the theory that "You learned all that you ever need in Kindergarten", school has snacktime and naptime.
• pet mice live forever.
• long-distance relationships last.
• people get a chance to fall in love with their soul mate.
• Hello Kitty lotion does not smell bad.
• toenail clippings drop where I want them to.
• there is be no such thing as "The page cannot be displayed."
• raspberries have more zest.
• spicy foods has a tad less zest to my tongue.
• the zest of Phuc's noodles remains just right.
• I can drink soda without the bubbles being too strong for my throat.
• more people are happy.
• people coming out of the closet aren't doing so purely based on popular media, but rather from courage.
• the 28th of the month is Phuc and Christa day.
• more people take classes outdoors.
• less seagulls poop on people.
• I can carry a 131238123-piece first aid kit in my pocket, physician included.
• I still have Roary.
• I can remember people's names.
• people say "please" and "thank you."
• I still have all my old friends.
• people travel more.
• there are glasses that fight the effects of raindrops.
• cell phone plans don't require me to wait until 9 p.m. to safely make a phone call.
• people can read my mind on what I want.  Then give it to me.
• life isn't a rollercoaster because of its ups-and-downs, but rather because it's enjoyable, a thrill, you cling to someone else's hand for reassurance, and at the end, you feel satisfied and ready to leave.
• I stop losing socks.
• I am able to help people.
• I can eat as many eggs in a day as I like without worrying about cholesterol.
• salads taste better.
• I own a chicken.
• I own a pig.
• I own a cow.
• uh, I own a farm.  Where animals don't poop.  :]
• I can blow bubbles, all the time.  And every time someone sees one, they smile.

Heyy.

Yesterday was the opening night for Scapin!  It was fantastic!  There were barely any errors, and the audience loved it--it was nearly a full house.  I love being a part of it (gogo crew!  Me = Stage Manager.  ).  Everytime I watch the play, it never gets old for me.  I can't stop laughing.  :]  However, it's a bummer that this is potentially my last production with the current Seniors, because I highly doubt that I'll be able to participate in the Spring Musical, like how I was unable to last year.

Short update, but I just had to let y'all know about Scapin. 

Today's lesson: A man travels the world over in search of what he needs and returns home to find it.

don't mock me, shiny girl.

Bye for now.

Yo yo yo.  Homies.

'Kay, so I yelled at this freshman at Scapin rehearsals yesterday. I dodged the use of cursing, but there was a lot of very angry words with angry tones and angry stabbing his shoulder with my pointer finger, demanding that he not intrude on my job.  One of my tasks is to let the actors know their lines when they blank on it.  This kid was stealing my job when everyone was already telling him not to.  So it's one thing when they're doing it in sincere ignorance, but the punk -- laughing at me whenever I told him not to job steal -- was doing it just in spite of me.  So yeah.  I yelled at him.  I chewed him out pretty thoroughly, and we haven't talked since.  It's notable because I'm not a yelling person.  Thus, I have suppressed anger, and I didn't feel bad afterwards, and I wish I yelled at the punk more!  >:O  He gets me so fired up!  w;l234;'l2qrapeoir234kadsfsadfsfd.  It wasn't just that job-stealing occasion; he has other traits that one would find.. questionable.  So don't look at me that way.  He had it coming, sir.

On the same note of rehearsals, Scapin is, similar to AMND last year, one of the most enjoyable parts of my day.  Not only do I have quality time with Phuc and have the satisfaction of contributing greatly to a group effort, but it makes me laugh so hard that I cry and grants me such a tight family.  I wub it, and though I'm tired at the end of the day, I wouldn't have it any other way.

Thankfully, reflecting on an earlier blog, Wistos bumped my B+ to an A-.  Whooo!

I have a great passion for ice cream during the winter because that is when ice cream is on sale.  I purchased chocolate syrup and whipped cream to top my French Silk ice cream.  My heart is filled with chocolate and joy.

My MapleStory patch is completed.  FAREWELL. 

Today's lesson: There are too many people blaming Love for a crime that it did not commit.

i love you because i need to, not because i need you

Bye for now.

My feet are extremely chilly. 

I'm not quite sure what the temperature is because I'm too lazy to give a glance at one of my home's multiple thermostats, but they are chilly.  It is possibly because I just took a shower.  This reminds me that the weather is cooling by a lot, by the way that today's high temperature is 10 degrees less than yesterday, at least according to KCRA3 Valley County News.

Sadly, I am out of socks.  I wash my own clothes, and I just hesitate before including socks in the load, stressing over the idea of tediously rolling and tying socks together and putting them away.  Thus, they are all in my hamper.  Alas, my feet are chilly.

I once heard that when your feet are cold, instead of wearing socks, wear a hood or keep your head warm in some other way.  It is because your feet are neglected by blood circulation in order to keep the head's temperature normal for body maintainance.  If a hat assures heat for your head, blood can then concentrate on that less and work on other tasks, such as heating the feet.

However, my hair is wet from my forementioned shower.  I cannot place a hat on my head without soaking it.  The blow-dryer is malfunctioning.  The option of a hat is marked off from my list.

I attempt to cover my entire body -- including my feet -- with a blanket.  The long blanket dirites upon contact with the floor.  I am forced to put it back in my room.

My feet remain chilly.

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I found a portable heater, which is currently directed at my once-chilly feet.  Oh, happy day!

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PS: Good morning, November.