Roomy hilarity...

Milestone!
This is my first blog related entirely to my roomy that is completely positive and not a rant or creative list of ways to be rid of her...
We've had some quotes piling up from when we're extra loopy tired and getting ready for bed, and I wanted to share some. You'll either be amused or just confused, but either way, it's all good. =]
*I was trying to convince Melissa that it wasn't night, it was morning, and it was time to wake up. She said the sun went down. I said it didn't and it was on the other side of the world. We argued, and I blurted out (really quickly): IT'S GIVING LIGHT TO CHINA!!!
her: WHAT??
me: ...it's giving light to China?
her: OK. 'Cause that's definitely not what I heard.
(think about it...it kind of rhymes with some female things...)
*Me: There's my gum!
Melissa: ...what about a motorcycle?
*Melissa: At least you're don't not think that I look like a dead sheep.
*Melissa: That was like pain in a bucket!
*Melissa: You know what the down side of covering your eyes is?
Me: ...you can't see?
Melissa: ...yeah.
*Melissa: Did you know that chicken pot pies are not made from stegosaurus?
*Me: Nettie pot pies are not made from styranasaurus. (BTW, Melissa made up the term nettie pot pie...and neither one of us knows what that is...)
*Me: *marks Melissa's arm with a green marker*
Melissa: I have a skin deformity! It's like the Hulk! Hey...I match my headphones now...
Me: Hey! You match my marker, too! *holds up marker Melissa was marked with* Wait...
*Melisa: *pokes head through bunk bed rungs* I feel like the Brady Bunch.
*Me: bed bunk rings. AKA bed bunk rungs. AKA bunk bed rungs. =P
*Melissa: Long days, short pants...
Me: That sounds like a porno...
Melissa: With penguins!
*Melissa drew a mustache on my mirror that was too short for me, and I was goofing around and stood on my tiptoes/bent down.
Me: My eyebrows have a mustache...my boobs have a mustache!!!
*Melissa: Conveniently, college and knowledge rhyme!
*Melissa: He's like a pecan, but without the helmet...*pause* That was weird even by my standards. I didn't even know that pecans wore helmets!

My new life goal.

So in the credits of Anastasia there's a guy with the last name of Tweedle.
If I were to marry a guy with the last name of Tweedle and I hyphenated my name, my last name would be...
Tweedle-Daum.
(I know you're supposed to hyphen the other way, but you'd lose that effect)
How awesome would that be?!
Then all I'd have to do is convince my brother to name one of his sons Tom and all would be perfect.
Criteria for my future husband #1:
Last name must be Tweedle.

Ho Hum.

I am so ready for break right now. Really ready.

This week and next, my workload shouldn't be *too* bad...meaning nothing like last week...it's just the having to get to everywhere I need to be every single day.

I'm getting rather burnt out.

One more week of crazy runningness.

One more Monday!!

Then a week of maybe one or two things a day...and that's it. 

Other than that, life isn't too shabby.

Sight singing test tomorrow. =P But I'm not worried...really...I'm not. Which is a good thing, considering my reaction to it last term.

Also tomorrow is a job interview for pathways so I'm hoping that goes well.

Then I heart Music Day on Saturday. =P Working with kids from 930-2 on music related stuff. It'll be entertaining, I suppose, but I'll miss my Saturday afternoon.

This weekend will be pretty calm seeing as it's symphonic band's runout...and a majority of the people I do stuff with on Saturday nights will be gone...and the people that will be left are in opera workshop, so I'm not sure how much they'll be around...but it's all good. There are two or three movies owned by my suitemates that I really want to see, so I'm not bothered by a possibility of a Rachel only movie night. It'll be calm and relaxing. And I do have a copy of Twilight that I can read...

What else.

Not much, really.

8 days 'til break!!! =D

Oh. Company was really amazingly happy last night. Really. It's also being put on DVD...I am so buying that once I have the money. =]=]=]

My soap opera has also gotten interesting.

Angie and ...shoot. Reggie? No. Darn. Rats. What's his face. JESSIE! That's it. Are reunited...which only took a couple of weeks. That's a record in soap land.

And the best part...

Erica has been arrested. For insider trading.

...

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!

I think that's pretty much the most hilarious thing ever, even better then Ryan having a cliche case of amnesia.

=D

And there's still 8 days until break. Yay!

Crap.

Upside to this morning: I'm rather well rested.
Downside: I just woke up.
Apparently, my phone was on silent and I forgot to put it off of silent. It's difficult to hear a silent alarm.
Yeah.
Brilliance.
At least I didn't sleep in later/through history...that would have sucked a lot....
Other than that little mishap, life is good.
Tonight the version of Company that I saw in NY is being shown on Iowa's version of PBS.
HUZZAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
=D
I'm excited.
Also, there hasn't been band for the past couple of days. So Monday afternoon/band time/evening I worked my butt off to get stuff done because I wasn't supposed to have much time to do everything...same on Tuesday...and since band time was suddenly free time for two days in a row, I got everything I needed to finish finished. So I actually had a couple hours of *gasp* free time last night.
It was pretty strange, especially during this term.
But it was pretty stinking happy.
9 days until break!!

Dreams. Again.

So I had one crazy CRAZY dream last night.
This is rather long, fragmented and choppy, so bear with me.
I was going home to visit one of my parents, except they were divorced and I was visiting my remarried mom even though she didn't look or act anything like my mom and my stepdad wasn't anywhere in my dream. Sarah came with me for some odd reason, or was there for just a small portion of it, I don't really remember. But the house I went to-while it was still in NL-was really an English mansion resembling the one that was in the version of Pride and Prejudice I saw part of last week. It was also sometime around the 1800s, so the roads were all gravelly and we had candlelight, even though we managed to order pizza for dinner. And we ate at our dining room table...on the front lawn...which is apparently where it's kept. I also owned Harry Potter 6 on DVD, but lost my movie 5 so was trying to find a replacement and Sarah was massively confused because movie six wasn't even out yet so there was no way that I could have owned it. There was also some talk as to how I was going to come back, which involved a train, but my actual dad (who appeared out of nowhere) was bound and determined to drive me home.
Then it kind of switched to me in my dorm room on the phone telling my mom about my dream. But there's this weird thing I do in dreams where I know that I'm in a particular place, but if that place actually exists it never looks exactly like it. Normally if I'm in my house or dorm it's unusually dark and *nobody* else is there at all...one time my dorm was this white plain with my desk-no walls, ceiling or floor. Just whiteness.
Anyhoo.
My dream switched again to me being at home at kind of my actual house, except my bedroom was my dorm room. I had to get my hair cut so I went to Alyssa's house because her dad cuts hair (he really doesn't) with Alyssa (who I haven't seen since my junior year of highschool). For some odd reason, my hair was bleach blonde even though I hadn't dyed it at all. While I was getting my hair cut my mom brought in Snoopy for some odd reason. After the hair cut I decided to walk to Kristina's (even though she lives on the opposite side of town and there was no reason for me not to drive). When I got there, it turned out that Kristina wasn't home and that she couldn't drive me back to school (for some odd reason I was expecting her to...) but Leah and Sarah were there, too, so they could give me a ride back to my house (even though Leah doesn't know Kristina at all and Sarah met her once for all of five minutes). She also lived in a mansion in my dream when she doesn't in real life. Then I got back home and was trying to explain to my dad that I could just take the train back to school because there was a Metra station in Waverly (there isn't) except the ticket cost seventy bucks, but he wouldn't let me and insisted on driving. Then I was walking through town and kept running into someone wearing a rugby shirt from a school in Texas and her shirt freaked me out for some odd reason. Then I was driving through town and Cedar Rd had been turned into a highway and I was confused as to which exit to take.
There was also something about visiting my Noni, and I was going back to Alyssa's house for something at the very end.
...
Strange.

Cleanliness!

So life has taken a strange turn in dorm land.
Larisa discovered what looked like down blanket barf on the carpet (ie a rather large pool of feathers concentrated to one and only one spot) and upon further investigation, we discovered that the carpet was very much disgusting.
So we asked ourselves: when was the last time we vacuumed?
...Early October.
*shock*
So we borrowed Larisa's boyfriend's suitemate's vacuum cleaner and attacked the carpets.
And we don't even recognize them.
Seriously.
It's a little weird.
And then I dusted.
And now it's really weird.
This does not look right. It is far too clean to be my room...
Maybe cleaning should become more of a regular thing instead of a once every four months thing.
And I'm slightly curious as to how much hair the vacuum picked up...