earlier today:

Julie - (looking at my toenail) "Wow, it is yellow!"

me - "You know what, I bet it's just a bruise or something."

Julie - "No, I think you're dying."


just now:

Julie - "Now I won't be able to sleep tonight! I'll be thinking, 'Do chickens have feelings?? Dust bowl!!! Do chickens have feelings? Dust bowl!!'"


It's impossible to feel sorry for myself for long with the kind of friends I have. I love college.

That was sentimental and mushy!