what to do when: your shoes trip without your consent, your trash can growls, a guy accidentally knocks you over, and other life-altering events...

My life is highly improbable. I've decided that if I ever attempted to publish my memoirs, no one would believe a single word of it. Would probably be fun to write anyway though... :D

So...I BOUGHT 2 TICKETS FOR HEATHER AND I TO SEE "THE LION KING" AT THE WHARTON IN MARCH THIS MORNING!!!!!! I'm just a little psyched. I feel a little bad for calling Heather in the middle of her work day and blabbering on and on about how excited I am, but sometimes you just gotta barrel through other people's stringent work ethics for their own good. (I shudder to think of what she'd have missed out on if I HADN'T called - tragic stuff that, totally tragic.)

Looked out my window last night to see snow flurries, and promptly turned on Christmas music for the first time this year. Gotta love the holiday season!! (That is, until the below freezing temperatures become the norm, shopping starts to feel like civil warfare, driving becomes an extreme sport...but we won't dwell on all that now!!) :D I really do love this time of year though (mostly, anyway)...people change; I feel like generally they become more friendly, more open, more focused on what they hold as important. If nothing else, it's nice to feel like the moment you're in is special. That and family, home, and Jesus is what Thanksgiving and Christmas are colored with for me.

So Tim played a horrible trick on me today...it all started with the class that meets in our room before our English class being canceled this morning. Now Tim likes to mock me because every day I'm the first one to class - it's just a product of my neurotic fear of being late, which I don't find particularly funny, but he thinks it's quite hilarious. So anyway, I walk up to our classroom this morning to find the lights off and the door closed...I was surprised, but just figured (correctly) the class before ours had been canceled. So I walk up and try the door, and find it unlocked. I push it open and suddenly Tim jumps out at me screaming "I GOT HERE FIRST!!!!!!" I jumped (according to Tim, mind you, and he lies) about ten feet in the air and yelled "Holy MOTHER!" Suffice it to say, I refused to speak to him again until he stopped laughing and apologized, which took the rest of the class period. And now the entire class (thanks to Tim's INCREDIBLY big mouth) knows like two of my biggest fears: a) being late, and b) getting startled. It's a good thing (esp. for Tim) that I have a healthy sense of humor, or I would never make it through the day.