Since my last post was a little lame for those of you who cannot read my mind, I'll give a brief recap. Wednesday night, Anthony, Snayha, Abbey, and I drove to Raleigh for a James Taylor concert. More specifically, Abbey drove, and the rest of us kept her company/ napped. When we got to Raleigh, we had dinner at Mellow Mushroom where we met a future scholarshipee. We went to the concert, found out our chairs were too tall, returned to the car, came back with blankets, and settled in with Hannah and her gang just as intermission was beginning. On the way back, Abbey let me steer while she drank part of Charlotte's unfinished Cook-Out milkshake. That was a highlight. Will let us know the next day that Abbey was locked out of the apartment, but hopefully not for too long.

The next day I lost my mind. I giggled all day long, and at one point to try and stifle my laughter I put my face on the table, but then I snorted. I had to leave the room every couple of minutes. I literally lost control. Perhaps from exhaustion. Perhaps from just general craziness. This was all while Ms. C was teaching me to crochet. Actually, Snayha and Ms. C taught Will to crochet (I heard he struggled) and then Will taught me. Minutes later, I was crocheting him a sweater- well it was really just one long chain of stitches. It is up to him to make it a sweater.

Oh. Ms. M left Thursday morning to move into her apartment. We helped pack her car, and she talked a little while about how we were her babies and I said something about us having not much to do without her around.

Reggie was supposed to come at 4 that day, but I went to sleep and he didn't call. I woke up around dinner. He called and said he wanted to battle me at DDR. Actually that was Wednesday maybe. No it only makes sense that it was Thursday. I told him whatever, just to bring the leg, which he didn't do, and when he was like "You promised that you would battle me in DDR (He actually calls it Dance! Dance! since he doesn't know the proper terminology.)" and I was like "You promised me you'd bring the leg today, so I think these things are negociable." Luckily, Hannah and the crew picked up the leg at Rent a Center today (2 hours after closing). Luckily because I felt as if the relationship between me and my bed delivery guy was moving too quickly for comfort. Hopefully, the Reggie saga has now ended. Mom and Dad visited, and Mom was like "Do you interact much with the locals?" I said, "Well, unfortunately, I talk to Reggie nearly every day." I heard when they went to pick up the leg he told them to tell me that he was sorry, even though truth be told he should have been sorry to Hannah as well since she dealt with him for the first week. 

Friday night I invited the small apartment over for dinner. I made salmon, broccoli, and I baked two challahs. They were a little bit sour (I thought), not as good as Yehudis', but they sure looked pretty. After dinner, we went to this carnival behind McDonald's on highway 9, and I am not kidding when I say that one of the rides made my stomach sore- like workout sore- which is a sad, sad truth but a funny one. 

It was pretty- spinning above the Cheraw carnival. 

Today, Mom and Dad visited, and we walked around Market St where nothing was open. Dad napped at the house, and now everybody knows where my napping habits come from, though if Dad and I were to make a race out of it, I would certainly win for length. We all went to a Mexican restaurant where they served salsa out of the same containers that the other Mexican restaurant had. Mom and Dad went home, Will got back from his trip, and after sitting around doing nothing, we watched As Good As It Gets. 

Which brings me to where I am now, eating jelly beans, complaining in my head about sore stomach muscles, and squinting my eyes because it is getting late and I am tired...