My arms are nauseating.

Last night at Friday's was fun and there was a moment at TNL that reminded me of camp.

My arms are covered in guy's collogne. I'll let you conjecture as to why that is.

We had a little party in German today. I had my last official great books discussion this morning. Calc was weird. After lunch, I went down to the music practice rooms that are in my dorm and played Christmas music on the piano. That was quite fun. I played Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring, I Wonder As I Wander, The Coventry Carol, God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen, Hymn (by Jars of Clay), and White Christmas. I don't care if those titles are supposed to be italicized or not... I am italicizing them. I was going to play Gesu Bambino but I had never played it before and I didn't want to risk it while people could possibly hear me.

I then met Leah in the Diag (in the rain) and we hopped onto a bus and went to Meijer. I bought Runts and Ziploc Snap 'n Seal Containers, but I forgot to buy shampoo. The bus trip was traumatizing. We had no clue what we were doing. The bus ride on the way back made me feel sickish. Blech.

Apparently I was ramdomly in the Arenac Independent this week for my "AP Scholar" thing. They published all of my scores and everything. I am only the 5th person from Au Gres to get the AP Scholar award. The article was strangely under the title of "University of Michigan", and of course it mentioned in the article that I go to U of M. I felt special. It made me smile. Look at me smile -> :)

I can't decide if I feel hungry or sick.

Today's words are...
...propagate:
-To cause to extend to a broader area or larger number; spread.
-To make widely known; publicize.
-In physics,to cause to move in some direction or through a medium; transmit.
...rhetoric:
-The art or study of using language effectively and persuasively.
-Language that is elaborate, pretentious, insincere, or intellectually vacuous.

It is now over three hours after I started this post and much has happened. As I was in the process of defining rhetoric, the fire alarm went off. A couple minutes later I was standing across the street in front of West Quad with Bob, Priya, and someone else who I don't remember. As we were discussing how it's probably just a stupid drill, someone yelled, "It's a real fire. Go somewhere else." Well, ok then. Bob and I went to the Union because he wanted food, but I didn't eat because I was still "affected with nausea" from the cologne on my arm. We met up with Alison, Erin, and Katherine and discussed how incredibly mad we'd be if our stuff was drenched by the spinklers. I commented on how it's weird that we say "the alarm went of" when it goes on. After we finished, we went back to the dorm and everything was ok as far as we could tell. Alison and I then went to Cru where we found out that some idiot guys had been playing football in the hall and broke the filament in one of the sprinklers which resulted in the alarm going off and their floor being flooded. That sucks.