Lent, Day 8.

8:30: I swear to god this house gets colder and colder every day. I don't know why we went through the trouble of getting the gas filled if the heater itself refuses to turn on. I really wouldn't give a shit but it makes it 100 times harder to leave my warm bed for class in the mornings.

10:00: Love of my life, Professor Knight, teaching accounting because it's what he does. I am literally goggly eyed and giggly in this class. Not because of the teacher, because of the subject. I am lame.

10:50: Harry's gentleman self walked the camera equipment back to the communications building with me, even though he also has class at 11:00 and it's totally out of his way. I decide I like him even more.

11:00: Media. Quiz. I guess on half of them and finish first. He's impressed but has a false impression. I'm not a genius, I just don't care enough to stare at the page and wait for answers to come to me.

11:15: Lili, Sean and I upload our footage. This is really draining, boring, and overall tedious but now that I have the files in my folder I can go to town on this video. I want to make Sailor Cher proud. I also want to do my belly button piercing justice.

12:00: I arrive at home and everyone is asleep. I make some lunch and plant myself on the front porch with my book, and listen to Bill's CD. Bill made me a CD last semester and it's actually great background music - really good stuff to read to or do homework to. Paige agrees.

2:30: I decide I should probably get up and do something, especially considering the air is starting to get brisk. I take myself back inside to work on homework in the kitchen. I would say "out of the cold," but it's probably colder inside the house than it is outside.

2:40: I walk past Ally asleep on the couch. Her blanket is dangling in a plate of ketchup she left on the ground. I poke her and inform her of this.

3:00: I work on Nutrition and Accounting homework, going through the motions of caring about school.

4:15: I go to Advertising Writing early to study for my midterm. Teresa is there and she gives me loads of information about housing at Las Palmas. It sounds awesome. $331 per person in a 3 bedroom, pet friendly, and the development has its own pool, park, fitness center and theater room. I am excited and definitely plan to look into this.

4:55: Class is about to start and I have been so busy looking at Las Palmas condos that I have completely forgotten to study.

5:10: He literally gave us all the answers, twice, then handed out the test. I filled everything in and handed it right back.

5:15: I pull out my iTouch and start playing Words with Friends. It's this free app that acts like a versus scrabble game. It's insanely addicting. Harry introduced me to it, and now I have like five games going with him and other people on the tennis team / his friends.

5:25: I realize this game is a lifesaver. As long as I have an internet signal and I keep its battery juiced, I will no longer be bored in class ever again.

5:30: We get into groups to make a 30-second TV ad about a company of our choosing. I, of course, am partial to Ms. Deborah's Fountain of Youth, because I've spent so much time there in the past week, and my group mates are cool so they agree. Mike is funny and handles the dialogue and sound effects, and I handle the storyboard drawings. We decide Ben Stein has a sleeve of tattoos hidden under his sweater vest and he wants to tell the world how awesome Ms. Deborah's Tattoo Studio is. The commercial is funny.

6:25: My group goes to the front of the class to present, and I am handling the ELMO (that projector-type thing), when I glance down at the mouse. Wedged under the mouse pad is my quiz from earlier today. I am very confused. I grab it and after we sit back down I e-mail my teacher asking what I should do.

6:30: I realize I have my quiz. Outside of class. And my textbook. I go from confused to excited.

7:15: I go home and remember that Paige's dad is in town. How do I know this? Our kitchen is full of snacks and goodies. We're poor college kids. We can't afford "goodies." I immediately wrap my entire body around a large container of peanut butter pretzels.

7:30: Paige and Dotty (her dad's nickname) get home and we talk for a while. He is hilarious. She is hilarious. They are clearly related.

8:15: Harry informs me he's on his way over and I immediately tidy up and use a little perfume. I doubt he'll care or notice, but it seemed like the right thing to do.

8:30: He arrives and it's the usual - I'm doing accounting homework and he's playing Words with Friends. I decide we're boring and we need to switch it up, so we go into the living room and watch Role Models. He's comfortable to lay on.

12:15: We end up being lazyasses and not doing a thing all night. We watched the end of Taken, all of Role Models, two episodes of Scrubs and half an episode of South Park. I guess you could consider this productive? That's a stretch. Neither of us want to move because we're exhausted and cold, but it's late and we have early classes, so we force ourselves to get up.

12:30: Smooooooooooches.