finally got around to watching this week’s episode of how i met your mother. man, i love this show. this episode subtly oozed barney/robin, and that made me very happy. also, i officially would like a stuffed panda to name “mahatma panda” and a koala to name “martin luther koala.”

love love love robin in that scene, with the arm touching and all.

“You know what I was doing while you guys were getting into fights? I’ll tell you what I was doing —”
“Your nails?”
”Ha ha ha, no. I was doing — ”
“The relationship quiz in this month’s Cosmo?”
“No, I was doing — ”
“Your best not to cry when Big came back for Carrie at the end of the Sex and the City movie?”
“No. Spoilers much?”

- i shopped ’til i dropped with stabby and i completely finished my christmas shopping.
- i went to record archive with alexa.
- i saw a movie (role models — HILARIOUS) with dinah.
- i packed, because i go back to school tomorrow.

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.

 
DANNY: Can I get a large black coffee?
BARISTA: A what?
DANNY: Large black coffee.
BARISTA: Do you mean a venti?
DANNY: No, I mean a large.
BARISTA: Venti is large.
DANNY: No venti is twenty. Large is large. In fact tall is large and grande is spanish for large. Venti is the only one that doesn’t mean large. It’s also the only one that’s italian. Congratulations you’re stupid in three languages.
BARISTA: A venti is a large coffee.
DANNY: Really says who — Fellini? Do you accept lira or is it all euros now?

today i realized something: the more i write papers, the more insane i become. check it out:

from my descriptive paper, in which i wrote about my lost panda key.
I was able to come up with several other theories, but they all seemed to be the plots of poorly written horror movies (the panda key never existed to begin with, my stalker ex-boyfriend stole it and is going to stab me with it the next time he sees me, et cetera). I have come to accept the fact that the panda key will never be found, seen by my payment of twenty dollars to the Student Life Office at Geneseo.

from my informational paper, in which i wrote about scooters.
When I first got my scooter, I set aside a whole weekend to learn how to ride it. My dad took me to Parking Lot Q in the MCC parking lot (we live across the street), handed me the helmet, told me to sit on the seat, and turned the scooter on. I freaked out, afraid that I would tip over, or that I would be able to stop, or that I was going to die a painful and fiery death. After remembering how to breathe, I slowly pulled the clutch towards me, and found myself not tipped over, not springing forward at tremendous speeds, and not dead. In short, it was fantastic.

from my comparison paper, in which i wrote about rotary phones versus cell phones.
Cellular phones, on the other hand, are not so beneficial. First of all, style can be a big problem. To get a cool looking phone, you have to scrape together a couple of month’s worth of your paycheck, and then maybe sell an organ on the black market or something. And if you are able to do that, you are stuck with this flimsy piece of plastic that will be destroyed if you drop it, sit on it, put it in the wash, or run over it with your car. If any of those things happened to a rotary phone, more damage would occur to the floor, your butt, the washing machine, or your car tire, than would happen to your telephone.

kaitlin: i went to see high school musical on ice, it was great!
lanni: oh yeah? a lot of the kids at work went too, they loved it! … but they’re eight.

1. new greeting card from my father. this man is amazing.

Lanni,
There are times in your life where words fail and you say to yourself “This seems like a job for a small white bunny stuffed into a shoe!” Except you don’t have a small white bunny (you have a large gray one) and you’re wearing the shoe and it would be inconvinient to take your shoes off so you look on your computer and find a picture of one and make a card with it and then you write on it and send it.
Love, Dad

2. i got a $15 parking ticket this morning. who knew that you can park in the parking lot on weekends without a permit, but not on weekdays. so i moved my car to the visitor’s lot across campus, walked to the student accounts office to pay it, walked to university police to get a temporary parking permit, walked back to my car, and parked it back in the same spot this whole incident started in.

3. i never thought i’d say this, but i actually think i want to see an optometrist. i’ve had enough of my friends and family members making fun of the way i have to squint to see long distances (embarassing photo proof), and i’m sick of looking like an idiot doing it. and my eyes ache after long classes. my pediatrician said i had 20/35 vision, but i feel like it shouldn’t count if i have to friggin’ squint like that to do it. i’d like to be able to see like that without looking like a doofus. is this possible?

Lanni,
Not too many trick-or-treaters tonight, as usual. And only a couple of bored teenagers. I played spooky music and wore a bat around my neck. No one was scared.
Love, Dad

(postcard from my father, 10/31/2007)

“The director’s job is to direct the fucking play. Welcome to college.”
–Danny, the Theater 100 T.A., on the role of the director

“BOING! BOOOOOOONIGO! BOOINGY!”
–Dr. McLean, the Physics 101 professor, on springs

kate came over today. we played settlers of catan. i won. i got a crown. later we played outside.

kate: hey lan, want to play settlers of catan in that fort in your backyard?
lanni: no! a cat died in there!
kate: oh.

later we did a science experiment. we took those capsules that have foam animals in them and put them in a bunch of different liquids. long story short, gaterade works the best, olive oil works the worst.

“my sunglasses collection is expanding at a highly exponential rate!”

Today was Springfest! I went to school with my iPod and speakers, my wallet, a deck of cards, my sunglasses, and two pens. When I got to school it was business as usual, we played cards in the cafeteria before homeroom. I lost, like usual. At 7:43 (!), I went to homeroom, actually, I ran to homeroom. I was a minute late but my teacher oddly enough didn’t care if anyone was late today. After homeroom the sophomore class went to the upper gym where we listened to the student council speeches. Gabe’s was the best, it was really funny. After that we went back to homeroom to vote. I voted, and everyone but one person I voted for won. After this we went to the auditorium to listen to Scott Greenberg, a motivational speaker. He was great. And after that we moved over to the gym again for the Knowledge Bowl, which is like a trivia contest between the students and faculty. The faculty won. Then we all were free to do whatever we pleased. There were booths set up behind the school, so we headed out there. Katie, Abby, and Chelsea wanted to go to the middle school and see old teachers (ugh), so I stayed with Dinah. First we stood in line for 10 minutes to buy Springfest shirts. They’re black and say “Got Springfest?” on the front and a cow on the back. Lame, I know, but whatever. Then I purchased a slice of pizza, as did Dinah, and I got some tickets so I could get some Dr Pepper. I got two cans and shared some with Dinah. Then we just hung around for awhile talking to people and such. Later I got my yearbook. It’s nice. I got it signed and later it was time to go back to homeroom. And after that was the faculty talent show. They sang and danced to “It’s My Party”. And Josh Ouzer did some magic tricks. Mr. Engel told Josh that he had to do whatever trick that he could come up with. Mr. Engel instructed him to do a simple card trick (pick a card, etc.), but while in a straitjacket, and the card had to reappear somewhere else. So Josh took off his shirt (a tradition), put on the straitjacket, and had Mr. Engel pick a card. Then the card went back into the deck and the deck went into Mr. Engel’s pocket. Josh then escaped from the straitjacket in less than a minute (by dislocating his shoulders) and popped a balloon above his head, and out came the deck of cards. And then Josh found the right card. Amazing. After that I went home.

On the bus ride home it started pouring 2 minutes before it got my my neighborhood. It was pouring so hard that Driver John actually dropped us off in front of our houses. This hasn’t happened since 5th grade. I was amazing, and glad that I didn’t get very wet. At 3:30pm my dad and I drove to pick up Liz from school so we could finally go see The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy! When we got to the theater we went in to purchase tickets, but the ticket lady said it wasn’t showing at 3:55pm. Turns out they change the times on Friday, so the paper I looked at the day before was for last week. I was sad, but then we bought a newspaper and discovered it was playing in Canidagua, 20 minutes away. So we drove there and bought tickets. The movie was so good! There were so many good parts, but I can only quote one:

Arthur: Normality? We can talk about normality until the cows come home.
Trillian: What is normality?
Ford: What is home?
Zaphod: What’re cows?

The movie was hilarious, just like the book. The two are pretty similar, but there were definitely some differences. After the movie went to Chili’s for dinner and we all got ribs. On the way home we quoted our favorite lines from Monty Python and the Holy Grail.