So, I went to camp last week to visit. Tuesday and Thursday. Got to see the talent shows. Those are always funny, whether it is intentional humor or just strange stuff.

Went home for the weekend and got to dogsit Molly for a few days. That was fun. We went to Soby's for dinner on Saturday night for my parental units' anniversary, which is today, Juneteenth. (Shout out to them for getting married, because without them, my fabulous existence on this planet would not be possible.) Had some amazing crabcakes and some even more amazing chocolate desert (called the Devil's last course). I then laid in the hammock and threw the ball for the dog. Props for me, because I wore Carson out.

Last night, the baseball team lost to UNC 2-0 in their second game of the College World Series. Very very sad. They're not out of the tournament yet, but I don't really understand all that stuff. I let Lori explain it to me.

I am currently putting together a shower for Kelsey for the first full weekend in July. Not that we're letting her get married. Just that we're going to pretend to have a party for her.

I am growing my nails out. Haven't bitten them in two weeks. This is quite a feat for me. I have a tendency to play with them, so if I lose them, it'll be because I accidentally picked them off. I haven't had nails this long...ever.

Ju-bear is coming to see me today. (okay, she might be coming to see other people too, but I'd like to live with the delusion that she's coming to see me, me, and only me.) She's supposed to be here sometime after 5-ish. We're going to have dinner in Greenville with Holly (one of us should probably call Holly today, huh?) , probably the german, and who knows who else. We're going to Six Flags on Wednesday. It's a big thing, because I have never been there. I am a roller coaster fanatic. junkie. freak. whatever. I love the things.

I am sitting at work as I usually do, reading chapter 4, pp 86-141 of my Engineering Economics book. Woo hoo.

I went with Danny and the interns to orientation this morning (7:30 in the morning?!?!? and I thought I was a morning person!!!) to recruit freshmen to CSF. I think it was fairly successful. I mean, we are a pretty small group, so four or five freshmen from one orientation is a decent amount.

I must stop blogging and get back to freezing my buns off in the lab. Work, I mean. haha.

They caught the creepy guy who murdered Tiffany Souers. Thank goodness. I feel a lot safer. At the same time, I don't. I mean, I would have felt a lot safer if it had been the usual disgruntled boyfriend who killed her, since that would be a motivated crime. Instead, we have this random (okay, not really random. more creepy and that kind of thing. although his choice of a victim was random) guy who simply like how she looked and decided to pay her a visit. I mean, that could have been any of us. And there are still oodles of creeps just like him out in the world. I'm not quite as afraid to go out at night as I was before, but now I can't help but think that there are lots of other creeps out there, and one of them might just decide he likes my looks. I'm on the hunt for pepper spray. If anyone knows where I can get some without going to a gun store (I hate guns and gun stores give me the creeps), I'd appreciate it.

In other news...

I have started running again, 7 am every morning but weekends. I'm not going very far yet, but I hope to double my distance by the end of the week (or at least I think it's doubling...I'm a rather terrible judge of distance). I run, then I come back and do some crunches while I rest.

I now have a tv bigger than my computer screen. (partay!) All you people who have been bugging me about that for ever and ever and ever can now celebrate the change and get off my back.

I have two birthday presents to buy, one party to plan, and I had better start working on a graduation gift for the little stinker I call my sister (I guess I DO have a year...but I probably ought to start now...).

Joe is in california now. He's moving into Cal-Tech today. Or at least that's what the schedule I read aloud last night said.

I made some earrings this weekend. They're really fun...they're brown beaded loops (all different beads). They're way cute and I think I'm going to quit school and become a jewelry designer. Maybe Tiffany will hire me? Or, maybe they'll send me free jewelry...Hey, a girl can dream.

Mooch invited himself over (I didn't really mind, but I wanted to say that anyway...) for dinner last night, so we made spaghetti and sauce with italian sausage (mmmm! my favorite!). I'm having leftovers for lunch today. Yum!

I'm considering making chicken fried steak for dinner tonight. And maybe mashed potatoes. I dunno. Maybe I should pace myself and make that stuff next week. It'd be good with green beans...

I am going up to PBC this week (superweek, baby!) with Mooch and Jill to visit (although I'm not so sure Jill knows I'm coming...oh well). We are currently planning on going Tuesday and Thursday. I always love going up to camp to visit. I may bake some brownies to take up there, but I'm not sure I have any buddies to give them to. Maybe my lizzie will be there. I haven't talked to her in a million years. Okay, so I saw her at Winterfest. This year. Anyway, we're going up there to visit, and hopefully we'll be there when Danny preaches. I would go on Wednesday, but EVERYONE goes on Wednesday. My entire youth group is going on that day. Oh well...

I have officially run out of stuff to talk about. Have a good week, everyone!

Just so you know...

Just so you know, I am officially having nightmares, thanks to the millions of people who are constantly telling me to be safe while I'm in Clemson. If it has crossed your mind to tell me to be safe, please don't. I don't need to wake up too terrified to move any more. I need to be able to walk up and down the stairs at my apartment without constantly being paranoid that someone's going to get me. I need to NOT have to plan my days around the sun going down. It would be nice to be able to walk to campus in the DAYLIGHT without being slightly freaked out. I would like to no longer be paranoid that I didn't lock the door (but I always do). In summary, stop telling me to be safe. Stop asking me about the poor girl. Stop telling me what you heard on the news (I've seen it all anyway, although I should really stop watching the news too.). I don't need to hear it any more. I promise that I am sufficiently cautious enough for six or seven people. I want to sleep easy again. Thank you.