Don't talk back to Darth Vader, he'll getcha!

Is there a patron saint of getting a single room? If so, can someone put in a good word for me, Imma need it.

I feel like this past week went by extremely quickly and without any real excitement.

Monday I went to the NPC and learned about war and presidential elections. I also got free soup, which was pretty much the highlight of my day, other than going out with my favs.

Tuesday I got called in an hour and a half early, but it worked out well for me because Andrew brought me a bag full of the best candy ever from his Halloween leftovahs. I also did research for history programming, making Sheila love me even more. Then I got to go out with Andrew and Bob to learn about Woodrow Wilson, which was fun because I never go out with them AND I got a free sodie.

Wednesday was ok: I went to AU to see the Syrian Ambassador talk with 1/2 of my favs and KJ, who was apparently in Georgia shooting things for a week and I DID NOT have to do shotgun, KJ got that honor. I got to watch KJ roll around on the floor and giggle with the other people running stuff, however. Later that day Karma caught up with me and I tripped and fell on my face right in front of KJ. FML.

Thursday I was barely conscious for class (Success!) and then took a four hour nap afterwards (greater success!). Later we went to the Folger and saw "Much Ado About Nothing" which was amazing. I was like, geeking out. It made me miss doing that show.

Friday I went in at noon and went out to this like, lawyer convention and felt like an actual intern: I sat on the floor, got stuff spilled on my bag, and had to buy someone food. It was a good time though. I didn't get home until 8:00 and Courtney and I just watched Flight of the Conchords for like, 3 hours and chilled. Erin kept running in saying ridiculous things like "I need to find 'PS I love you" or Ryan will kill me, which is weird for two reasons: 1) Ryan is never home 2) I've never heard "PS I love you" referred to in life or death terms.

Yesterday I worked on my paper for forever and then me, Natalie, and Courtney went to the restaurant me and Nat used to work at to visit the sushi chef on his last night and everyine was super nice to us The sushi chef gave us a bunch of free sushi and the manager offered to let us in for no cover later in the night and he said he'd buy us drinks and stuff and I was like, "WTF?" and all of the staff came over and gave us hugs and weird, awkward European cheek kisses. After that Courtney and I went over to the Grinnell apt to visit them and Pavielle and we stayed there until about 2:00. I also got a text from Tom Blanford asking if I wanted to come to Boston for Thanksgiving, and a half an hour later I had my train tickets. Plus, Tom assured me no lady friends would be killing me in my sleep. SO STOKED!

Today I finished my journalism paper. 18 effing pages. And the internet was out for the longest time, which sucked. But now all is good. =]

At some point this week Pavielle taught me to holler:

"It's easy, you don't even need to talk."

"I feel like Notre Dame boys are scared of girls."

I just looked up the video of "Hook Up Story" from last year's Keenan Review. so funny.

"Brenna, I feel like you've got game."