The Year The World Ends*

Listening to Can't Stand It by Nevershoutnever
Eating a mint crinkle cookie from work. Mmmm :) (added: 11:28) And a chocolate chip cookie.
    Sorry for the complete lack of blogness. I have no excuse except for the fact that Corey came home over the break and I practically lived at his house. And by practically I mean literally. Best Christmas ever. No lie.
    So I've got a lot of fun news, none of which directly affects you in any way (unless I know you personally, but it's still unlikely) which I will reveal to you... ... ... NOW!!!

1. I'm moving out! Yay! Finally, right? Not sure if I've complained a whole lot here - probably not - but I am beyond ready to move out of my parents' house. I'll be twenty-one in February. It's time. 
2. For Christmas, I received a keyboard! Yay! See, my mom teaches piano, and I've played my whole life, so I was super bummed about the fact that I wouldn't be able to play the piano when I moved out. Enter beautiful Casio keyboard with weighted keys and a pedal that emulates that of a real piano - not those awkward little box pedals that slide all over the place. Mom gets me. :)
3. This may or may not come as a surprise, depending on how much any of you really looked into our friendship and how often he pops up in my posts** but Corey and I are now dating. I still kind of feel like Robin in the beginning of this episode (I relate everything in my life to How I Met Your Mother, unintentionally, of course), but I'm super happy. Bowl. What's better than dating your best friend, right? Bowl?

So I hope all of you have had a fabulous holiday and a great New Year! Let the merrymaking commence!

*I don't really believe the world's going to end. That's silly.
**See second sentence.

Punder the Weather

from BellaRegazza931 at iconator.com

Listening to Sweet Afton by Nickel Creek. Very relaxing when you feel like death in a hoodie.
Chugging honey-lemon tea, eating honey-lemon cough drops, and burying myself in tissues. 
    In case you haven't guessed, I'm sick. Popped* into the minute clinic for a visit and they sent off a lovely little throat swab from yours truly - the symptoms just hit this morning, so they said the strep test may have given me a false negative. I can not get sick, though it's obvious I am. I'm going to visit Coco Bean on Wednesday, and I really don't want to make that trip sick. No fun at all.
    I'm the kind of person who's totally useless when sick. I actually fell asleep in the Commons on campus today, in the middle of the lunch rush when it's super loud and busy. I put my head down on the table and fell asleep. It wasn't for long, though, because Johnny kept poking me and asking, "Are you sure you're okay?" To which I lied, "yes." I can't even take naps in my bed in a quiet room when I'm healthy, but when sick, tables look pretty comfortable. Once when I was in high school home sick, my mother asked me to throw in a load of laundry for her, which I did. Without soap. I was so out of it, I didn't think to put soap in the washing machine.
    Also, I dislike doctors. Quite a lot. They have shots. And shots involve needles. And needles make Sarah's left eye twitch. That being said, I willingly took myself to the CVS minute clinic today. I even got a shot. That's right. I got the flu shot. I've got the band-aid to prove it. And I didn't even gag when she swabbed my throat! Okay, maybe that's a stretch. I didn't gag much. Hopefully I'll know by Saturday if it's just a virus or strep (no thank you). In the mean time... honey and lemon overdose.
    On a more positive note - a few puns (and jokes)!

• Our neighbor across the street recently got a new kitten. My sister Maggie loves cats. She nearly kisses the fur off of ours and they're fat and stupid, not young and adorable. She told me - in jest - that she wanted to break into their house and steal the kitten. I replied, "That would make you a cat-burglar." Ha! Oh c'mon. You have to admit that's a clever one. 
• At work, someone asked me how spicy the jalapeno cheddar bagels are. I said, "They have a little kick. You can bite these bagels, but they're gonna bite right back." Right? Right?
• And today at lunch. With Johnny. I can't have a punday without Johnny. With my head down on the table, I moaned in misery. Johnny, thinking I said something, asked, "What'd you say?" "Nothing, I was just moaning. Like Myrtle," I joked. He gave me a look that said, I'm about to make this dirty. But I beat him to the punch. "Well," I said, "it was a basilisk." Sorry for those of you who find dirty/slightly sexual jokes offensive. I really couldn't resist. I mean, it was Harry Potter.

*At first, I accidentally typed "pooped." I was thisclose to leaving it, but decided that was just a little too far.

Pun-forgettable, That's What You Are

Listening to Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets on ABC Family. I keep saying it's about time for a Harry Potter weekend! 
Stressing over grades, what else?
    Not sure if it's the stress or something I ate (the latter being more likely), but my stomach has been completely pathetic today. Luckily for you lovely readers I've a few puns I've gathered over the course of the week!

• During choir rehearsal at my church, the ladies were trying to find our note. The accompanist just happened to be playing a triple octave of the note - a D-flat. So one of the ladies said, "We must need to put on our 3D glasses!"
• At lunch today, my friend Johnny threw salt at everyone then said, "You've been a-salt-ed!" He's a clever one. ha ha.
• Also at lunch today, I was playing with my sauce from my pasta, and I admitted to Johnny that it was childish. He responded with, "No it's not - it's saucy!" 

    I don't know what I'd do without Johnny to make silly jokes during lunch! He's a hoot and a holler!