Well if you're uncomfortable you should take off your pants.

Last night while I was driving home I came across a deer standing in the middle of the road. I've seen a lot of deer in the park an they are a more than common occurrence  in Vermont, but this one was standing in the middle of the road in the commercial park across from where my apartment. I saw it in time to stop and it stood still looking at me for a minute and then became confused, circled about and ran off across a parking lot. Luckily for the deer another car wasn't coming along because the deer easily could have slammed into another car while it turned about getting oriented. A few minutes earlier a fox ran past my car while I was sitting at a red light. It was a total zoo on the streets of Philadelphia last night.

This morning I had my first Wimba meeting for my nonfiction class. I can finally say that I have complete empathy for the graduate students that bitch about it in the office. Wimba is a pain and everything we did easily could have been accomplished over Skype or a conference call. It was kind of fun getting up at 6:30am and having a workshop about a concise literary essay that I had recently written. I have to rework parts of it and then let my writing partner look it over and work on it with me. My professor was very encouraging about having a writing partner since I can't get into see her because of summer hours. Good thing Yonni knows what he's doing. The piece is for my final portfolio, but it's something that I want to polish and consider submitting to a literary magazine such as Brevity once it's finished. I also have to send a copy to my dad since it's about him. I just need Thursday to be over so I can finally commit myself to my writing. I've also opened up my log book again. I had a four year plan to fill it up and I probably would have finished it last year if I had actually written in it on a regular basis. The book was a graduation gift from a close friend and the format is designed after the log books that Ms. Knapp has us keep while in Greece. If she hadn't passed away I think I would have sent it to her after it was filled.

I also found out this morning that Samantha experienced death up close recently. She and I are no stranger to death, she especially during her middle years of high school, but nothing quite like this. I would have thought that of the two of us to see it happen, she would not have been the first. I still have a wholesome milk and cookies Amish attitude of my  sister because of the more sheltered life she led and her extremely boring life choices that she's made up until these past few months. It's funny the places that life takes you and it's curious that only a few days ago I wrote about death and drowning in my journal for class after reading CLE in Brevity.

I'm going to Jersey tomorrow, weather be damned. I also have my history final Thursday night so this may very well be the last post before my Hebrew Friend returns from the Holy Land (unless something super exciting comes up). 

Marg and Sidney's excellent adventure take 35.

I just started my third blog today. Good news is I am only a contributor, the bad news is that I am receiving a grade for this, so my writing is going to be a bit more polished and content specific. The blog is done at wordpress.com which is a completely different blogging site than my other two and has certainly been a learning experience for the five of us. I wasn't completely comfortable with the idea of having to share a blog with five other people, but considering my considerable workload and that this new one is going to be significantly more important for the next four months or so, not that I will let it take away from this one or my tumblr (I'm going to try, it may end up as an epic blogging failure like this summer). Blogging with five people is also going to be a challenge for me because of my freakish control freak issues. I'm not a big fan of having to rely on four other people to get a good grade. I'm also completely unfamiliar to my group's writing styles and if they will be able to coincide with my dark and self-deprocating humor.

I LOVE My Hebrew Friend. He is the best of all the Hebrews. He is such an awesome friend and I never tell him that enough. I usually just tell him that he's a dork or that he's weird or that he's a five year old. All of these things are true of course, but sometimes I have to remember to tell him the other stuff too. You see I have been feeling a little off tonight because of a girly thing. I have crampies to the max to point where if I didn't have what I have I would say it's the flu. Yay! GO ME! (ugh) Hebrew Friend has been so nice and not complaining about how much I've been complaining. He's also offered to get me stuff to make me feel better and he's been all happy and funny, which is nice because it makes me laugh and I forget about how crappy I feel. Love you Yonni Bananas, you're definitely my favorite friend this week.

UPDATE: So I was going write this last night, but then I fell asleep so I'm doing it now. Last night after work I took the world's greatest and longest bath and watched Weeds. Bad idea Yonni! No way! Excellent idea! Afterwards I just went to bed and watched more Weeds and tried to fall asleep and was very close when Marg texted  me with one of her late night needs for ciggs and so I got out of bed and embarked on an impromptu lesbian date night. We've been doing these since freshman year and they always start out normal, have some sort of animal involvement, a wawa run, ciggs in the park, and then back to sleep. Sometimes we even have our act together and get fancy and make dinner plans and maybe see a movie. Last night I just climbed into her car around 1am after I had a little wine and we went to Wawa. We ended up going to two Wawas which was okay because I eventually go what I wanted and Marg got her ciggs. After Wawa was a trip through the park to smoke. Usually I'm like a chimney, but after one I was done. I think all the anti-smoking talk My Hebrew Friend and I have been slinging around at each other has finally started to get to me. Anyways it led the to the park. With us it always leads to the park or in this case The Bala Golf Course. That's where we met the cat. Marg has a problem with stray animals and the need to rescue them. One time we found dogs running around the commercial complex by the hotel and she had to park and chase the dogs over a hill while I watched from the car. Last there was also a raccoon. I tried to explain the dexterity and rabies aspects of raccoons but that didn't stop her from slowing down and rolling down her window to coax the animal out form under a bush. Eventually I got back to my comfy bed, about 3am, I didn't even bother taking off the billion layers of comfy clothes I had on to fight the cold. Put on an episode of Weeds (yes I realize I have a problem) and went to sleep.