Cheeri-a, Cheeri-e, Cheeri-i, Cheeri-o, Cheeri-u

"It's 11 o'clock. Do you know where your children are?" That phrase will always remind me of 7th Heaven. The episode where Simon's friend has a sister in a gang and she wears too much flannel and has a belt buckle with a "B" on it (and Matt inquires about it's origin to which Simon reassures that it stands for her nickname, Babydoll. Oh Babycakes, you are so naive). And then she gets beat up when she tries to leave the gang winding up in the hospital. Then the brother and sister have a heart to heart as the Rev. Eric Camden glances up at the television to see that a public service announcement is playing. With that phrase. man.

It's a little past 11. I am three minutes away from passing out. The amount of tired in me is too much to handle. Last night, Roomie and I had an incredible time with our creative selves. I thought when I put away all of my homework around midnight last night, I'd be able to settle down and relax for the night. Nope. Turns out, I was just getting started. After exposing some secrets to some people that I didn't want the secrets to be exposed to (Samantha, we're in a fight. End of story.) and watching creepy llama youtube videos/sexy facebook videos, Sammy Poo and I decided to take it upon ourselves to create some Odes to our favorite songs. We have about 247 favorite songs. From about 1:30-4:30 a.m., we went from rapping Shoop with Salt n' Pepa to serenading with Meatloaf's I Would Do Anything For Love. Sam and I found out how to be a true bitch with Janis and ended with Sinead O'Connor's Nothing Compares To You. At one point we busted out the Star Spangled Banner. Though I had less than four hours of sleep last night, it was worth it. Quality time with my roomie is always premium, especially when we wear obnoxious sunglasses in the middle of the night. I'm pretty sure I would stay up for "7 hours and 15 days" (nothing compares to you) with Sam if she wanted to make endless videos of us singing Gospel songs from Sister Act or Celine Dion acapella. :) I can't say if the videos of us will be on facebook. It's always a possibility, but I'm not sure the world can handle Kim and Sam. We're pretty intense.

Besides my three classes, I spent the day with another Samantha (not the roommate). She is super cool and I am always happy to be in her company. We have great conversations. And I can make her laugh, which makes me laugh. So basically, the laughing never ends when we're together. And we usually eat greasy food when we're together. Yum.

Accomplishments in the past two days:
-happy llama, sad llama, mentally retarded llama, cold llama, now a warm llama, spastic llama went to the cuckoo hut. super llama, drama llama, big fat mama llama, now a daddy llama, and a little baby....llama. this is not a llama, it's a sheep. duck. duck. duck. camel.
-my college has funny people. they are witty and clever and make up super songs. good job.
-not getting a satisfactory grade on my philosophy midterm. do you think Socrates was upset that I drew a smiley face at the end and wrote "thanks"? oh well. good thing I can rely on my own ideas and not the ideas of others to make up my identity theories. Fuck Ryle and his inability to just go along with Descartes' theory like I had written about!
-NOT my art homework. oops. : /

This song is brilliant and I have fallen.