Hello. Is that a sweater you're wearing??

Before I get started on this post, I'm going to cover a little housekeeping slash things I want to say. First of all, there have been only three posts and already I've been surprised by some consequences. One in particular: C was NOT pleased with the information shared here. I was taken aback when I awoke to one of my worst fears: a text saying he found my blog. Luckily, it was just this one. But it led to something good- closure. Blah blah blah, happiness and civility isn't funny, so I'll stop there. BUT I will say that I feel so legit to have an ex read my blog and then text me. It might have been a life goal of mine. Also, I'm kind of unsure how I feel about the fact that I was called "weird" for my date rape comments. I'm a creep and if you dated me for a year, you should probably know that. But that's another story...

AND now for the point of this blog: I laugh at really inappropriate times. Its a problem in my life that I'm learning accept. I've been scolded for it, and I've been encouraged. So obviously I'm torn. Should I even make an effort to stop? I'll give you some example of times this has happened and let you decide.

--Possibly the worst of the scenarios (and it was absolutely my fault): I might have made a That's what she said... joke during Bible study the other day. By the other day, I mean at a Christian retreat. One third of the girls laughed; one third of them openly expressed their disapproval; and one third of them had no idea how to react. It didn't help that this was in regards to the Bible study leader quoting Jesus. Maybe I have a sense of humor and some of them don't. I don't know, I unintentionally give people reasons to find me socially inept.

--Another one of those reasons is that I'll laugh a lot when no one else is laughing. I'm mainly talking about the time I was reading this post from my favorite blog, and laughed openly in my deformable bodies class. Was this the same class that is aware I collect gnomes? Absolutely. Of course. And then later that day, in another class, I was texting Skylar ABOUT the post and then proceeded to laugh again out loud. This time I was in class with my Autistic professor. I laugh at his jokes, or what I think are jokes, a lot when no one else does. Hopefully that counts for something, especially since the end of the semester is near. Unless they aren't in fact jokes- that could make things go a different direction for me.

--I'm exceptionally tired, thanks to one of my favorite things in this world: Nyquil. So this is about to turn into a compilation of random thoughts. Hopes that's okay. How do you feel about guys in sweaters? I'm a huge fan. There's something about men wearing sweaters slash cardigans slash anything of that nature that makes me envision them in a library with cats resting on the bookshelves. I like that picture. But once I'm picturing that, I'm picturing the library scene in Atonement, which makes me like the concept of men in sweaters even more. It just really seems like a win-win situation.

--This might be the weirdest, creepiest thing I'll ever post. I would ask to not be judged, but after I got the whole you made comments about date raping your neighbor and also made inappropriate comments about Brittney's neighbor and that makes you weird text, I'm not even going to worry about it. I have the strangest attraction to man that works in my building. I see him a lot when I leave to go to class in the mornings and he always looks so sad. Something about how sad he looks makes me want to cook him dinner, among other things. If nothing else, at least I'm honest with you guys. And I won't lie, knowing the C has read this makes it a little harder to be. I have a light that needs fixing, I'm just saying...

--Listen, that's really all I've got for you today. In summary, I laugh at inappropriate times, am a creep, and like guys in sweaters. I carry around a notebook around with me everywhere; I jot down little ideas to write about later. I swear my lack of creativity is due to the Nyquil, so here are some previews of things I HAVE to tell you about: I really, really hate a classmate of mine; I'm emotionally unstable and cry for really ridiculous reasons.

Yours awkwardly, and creepily,
Morgan