I'm knitting a hoodie.

It's true.
I really wasn't going to blog about anything. I just woke up, and I was trying to add someone to follow--all my friends are going on their cross culturals (or are already gone, and most of them are blogging or emailing), and somehow I ended up clicking on the "New Post" button twice. So I decided to post.
I am knitting a hoodie, as the title states and as the first line of the post clarifies.
It looks like Joesph's TECHNICOLOR Dream Coat.
I'm serious. I couldn't be more happy about it.
Considering I have no money for yarn and this is basically all I got (give or take a few skeins) for Christmas in the yarn department, it might be a little while until I get to make another one.
I still have to replace the light on the back of my car and maybe the one on the front too (something happened finals week. There was snow on the ground. That's my excuse)
But anyway. I was going to make this hoodie for Marie. Because we have been talking about it for a little while. But I'm thinking of keeping it for a little while. It is my colors, after all. And it's amazing.
Did I tell you that I fell in love with my hoodie that I'm knitting?
Among other things,
I miss Bekah, Meg, Jamila, Ben, Mike, Andrew, Joanna, Samuel, Abi, Lizzie, Graceanne and so many more people from Kansas, from school, that I don't see very much of. Or when I'm at school, I see them all the time.
But to those of you who are going on cross cultural: Don't think about those of us in America too much, it will take away from the awesomeness of being an alien! Immerse yourself in the language and culture. Relish in your mistakes, learn from your experiences. Take pictures of grand sunsets, deep valleys, high waterfalls. Make friends! Not just with your fellow EMU students, but with those who are native to the country. Be as social as you are at EMU--that's the only way you can learn the language.
Lots of love, mittens, glittens, socks, hats, scarves, and now hoodies,
Grace

I'm going to tell it like it is.

I found a new way for my wacked up sleep schedule to deal with itself.
I'm knitting a blanket.
I watched Casino Royale.
But it really doesn't help that the homies are watching something on the TV like it's the afternoon.
My stomach would have shot me dead if it had a gun today. Not sure what the anger's all about, but it's been hustling my comfort for the past seven hours. Eating should be fun, not cramping my style.
I'm not too bad at beer pong.
Or making peanut butter brownies.
But really it's the company that matters, not the food (which was great) or the drinks (but some people just drink tea.)
Yesterday I picked up a cell phone off the sidewalk that Christa located and put it in a bowl of rice. Today I hooked it up to my charger (because I'm awesome, and I have an identical charger), and located a parent, texted them, and am going to give it back on Monday.
I sent a box of goodies to Africa today. I hope and pray that Fetsum taped the box enough that the goodies will make it to Senegal unscathed.
I hate my tummy. It feels like I'm getting the flu all over again.
Maybe I am.
And in that case, I shouldn't be around people, which I inevitably am.
It's 3:00AM. I should go to bed. I should also think about dumpster diving.
The reason I don't drink alcohol, besides the fact that I'm eighteen, is that I don't want to gain weight. I don't run or swim as much as some people. And I've seen what it does to some girls.
Another reason I didn't drink tonight is because those bottles of gin in the freezer are quite intimidating.
If I ever drink, I want it to be a good drink. Not some weird concoction that makes me want to throw up.
Whatever.
Yep.
Casino Royale.
Why is alcohol the reason for so many parties? I need some Tums. But that is because of the Unidentified Food Object that my stomach is holding a mutiny for. Not because of the peanut butter brownies that were made at one in the morning.
MaiTri was a great time for me, other than the stomach ache. I feel like I connect better everytime I'm there. Dang it for the metro closing at midnight and it being cold.
Jess thinks my Streetsboro Soccer shirt is a bit aggressive.