every day for the past two weeks, i have had to hear how much better our apartment is going to look once we get the walls painted. over and over and over. usually it's when i'm walking out the door, running a little late. she starts talking at me right as i'm leaving. i've started to adopt the ritual of looking like i am late, frantically grabbing my coat and guitar, trying to hint that when i'm on my way out is not the best time to talk. but often she still doesn't get it. she just talks. about the same thing. over and over. see the woman i live with... well her mom died back in the fall and so she inherited a little money and is slowly remodeling some of the rooms in our place. we're getting new floors in the kitchen and dining area, new carpet in the living room, new couches, new dining room table. of course the big dilemma in all of this is that my roommate has to pick out colors, and the thought of doing anything exciting scares the poo out of her. i tried to convince her to use some color in the painting endeavor. move away from white, go with some richer mauves or yellows or greens or just SOMETHING. i almost had her, until she freaked out that she wouldn't like it and decided to go with... white. seriously. well i guess it's officially not white. some color that supposedly has a tinge of pink in it but you can't really see it because it's not really there. it's sad. but come tomorrow morning the painters are supposed to arrive and hopefully after that i won't have to hear much more of how much different our apartment will look. i know she is excited, and i know she likes my company and she's excited to share all of the new stuff that's going on. i'm not trying to be insensitive; i guess it's just emotionally tiring when i constantly have to listen to menial chatter from someone who invests nothing into my life. okay enough complaining. i'm done.

so in an unforeseen course of events, i snatched a valentine. i know what you're thinking. you're wondering who it is. you're wondering if this means my 5 year no lip marathon is going to come to an end on friday. the answer to both questions is a resounding highly unlikely.

jeremiah is apparently my valentine this year. we were sitting in apologetics class tonight, talking about when we could hang out this week and write music, and i suggested friday. he thought that was a good idea until he remembered it was valentine's day. apparently valentine's day is like a major holiday to him, or at the very least like the sabbath, wherein no work should be done. anyway, i asked him in my sorry-excuse-for-a-black-woman accent if he wanted to be my valentine, and he heartily accepted. WHEEEEEE. speaking of jeremiah, he was telling me a story tonight about how his family went out to dinner once, and the waitress serving their table accidentally spilled some soda on his brother's pants. in an angry outburst jeremiah's brother yelled, "i have coke on my nuts!" to which jeremiah's whole family, including his parents, started pointing and laughing uncontrollably, yelling, "HAHA.... COCONUTS!!" in between gasps for air.

that story is pretty funny. hearing jeremiah tell it makes it hilarious.

v-day means that i'll be going home in two weekends. i'm excited about that. i was thinking today about how fortunate i am to be close enough to both my parents to talk to them at least once a week even though i'm away at college. last thursday mom and i spent an hour just talking and catching up, and it was so nice. not that we haven't been close, but it just sort of feels like, especially in the past six months, she has just become one of my best friends. and i just really enjoy that. ok enough before i start shedding tears.