1. Make (start…) a study guide for Islamic Civilization

2. Print/highlight/read all the articles from this quarter’s Russian Film readings

3. Play guitar. Learn new song.

4. Visit the Threadless store.

5. Go somewhere FUP-approved in Chicago. aka somewhere interesting.

6. vacuum room.

7. Watch a movie.

8. Do Christmas shopping.

9. Sleep.

10. Catch up on the Office.

11. Eat normal people food.

12. See a musical performance.

14. Write a rap that isn’t as crappy as my usual ones.

15. Read my book not required for class.

It amazes me that someone pretends to care what I have to say about music and/or my life.

But you don’t understand how much time I spent last weekend thinking/talking/writing/listening/singing about Taylor Swift. And now it’s done so I have to take a break from her for at least another week. Maybe. If I can.

UPDATE: WAHBAM! I just couldn’t stand not writing about this–I wrote notes into 5 separate text messages on my cell phone mid-concert. Maybe I was born to be a journalist.

I don’t know why the video preview is always such a weird shot. I start out looking perfectly normal.

I haven’t made a list in a while. I like lists.

1. Flyers.

I’ve always liked to read everything. I will read every word on a cereal box before I finish breakfast. And every time I walk somewhere there’s something to read every step of the way. (I’m looking at you, Judgement Committee. Let’s be BFFs.)

2. Nature

Every day I see a squirrel, a rabbit, or the occasional raccoon or possum. I don’t know why this makes me so happy, but it does.

3. Every meal is a party.

Except breakfast, which is just as tired and boring as it’s always been.

4. Talented people

I like to listen to people practicing their music in the dorms. Except when it’s midnight and I’m trying to go to bed and they continue playing the same seven notes over and over and over again.

5. Listserves

I may get 100 emails a day, but when there’s an hours long battle about the remastered version of Star Wars going on, I just feel so at home. Plus, the youtube links involved are a treasure drove. (Uh…dog massage anyone?) And I love inventing middle names to put in quotation marks.

6. There is ALWAYS someone on Facebook.

7. When I talk to an acquaintance-friend and they say “dude, I saw your rap.” (which is a corollary to Facebook)

8. Hot cookie bar.

Even when it makes me feel sick for the next 27 hours. Even if I rejected the “Hot Cookie Bar is better than sex” facebook group. Because I really don’t like how many facebook groups I’m being pressured to join.

9. When my roommate and I have the same sleep schedule.

The rare times when we go to bed at the same time and don’t have to do the bumbling around in the dark trying to find a toothbrush are awesome. It’s even better when we have simultaneous spontaneous napping.

10. CRC

I like that it’s not rare that coming home on a Saturday night is more exciting than going out on a Saturday night. It bodes well for winter.

Confession: Sometimes, when I’m walking to my room, I see someone walking down the hallway of the building directly opposite mine, and I want to be friends.

But now that I’m thinking about it, it seems like maybe they’re the anti-Shaunacy.

If you can’t tell my roommate is beatboxing in the background.

Post-class early morning swims in the leaf piles.

Every time I move I discover leaves stuck in a different place in my clothes.

It was worth it.

In the beginning, there were apples, and there was peanut butter, and there was post-football-didn’t-eat-enough-lunch hunger.

Problem: no knife to cut apples

Idea: Eat bite of apple, spoon peanut butter.

Result: peanut butter all over my desk.

Conclusion: Whole Foods peanut butter is disgusting. Must go in search of preservatives.