Apparently most people have never had the experience of walking along, going through their daily day, then stopping in the sudden panic that you might have FORGOTTEN TO WEAR PANTS. Your heart races and your hands fly down to your legs, slapping your quads to feel if there's fabtic, to make sure that you did, in fact, put on pants that morning. I casually mentioned this to a friend once, "you know when you suddenly get freaked out you might have forgotten to wear pants?" and they stopped, stared at me incredulously, and said "No. No, Kaley, I have never, ever done that in my life. Ever." After a pause, they added, "What the HELL? Do you seriously sometimes not remember if you put on pants or not??" Yes, yes i do.
So anyway for the next few weeks i made a point to ask my friends if they'd ever done this, and every single one of them had that "what the hell is wrong with you, you freak" response. Until I asked my sister. "Hey Kara, you know when you sometimes panic that you're not wearing pants?" and she went "OH MY GOD YEAH i did that the other day."
So hooray for that.

BOOKS I FELT OBLIGATED TO READ:
I didn't think Catch-22 was that good. Actually i can't really say that because i haven't FINISHED it yet because it's so boring. i mean, it's OKAY, i just feel like it's a chore to read it, it's very long and nothing really happens. there are some funny sentences, such as when catch-22 is explained, but i don't get what all the fuss is. Catcher in the Rye was okay, pretty fun to read given the lingo of the time period and the slang that the kid uses, plus he had that awesome like "Liberate yourself from my viselike grip!" but nothing All That Special. I liked 1984 the best of those 3 books i bought because i felt i should read them in order to be allowed to be an american. excuse me, south america, a united statesian.

ah, i remember in south america when the girls and i would lament the lack of immediately available, abundant supply of Oreos, or, more frequently, wish we had toilet paper, toilet seats, flushing toilets, or a toilet at all. anyway, we'd go "i miss american toilets..." and our teachers would look at us sternly and say "you're IN america." and we'd correct ourselves with "sorry, i miss NORTH american toilets" but it was interesting to see how we all felt strongly, despite not being especially patriotic or anything, that We were from America.
AMERICA, FUCK YEAH!

So where the hell did April go? How is it possible that today is the last day of school? Last year, well, not LAST year, because a year ago at this time i came back from South America mid-may...but anyway, high school gets out for summer about a month after CU, by which time i will be finished with my linguistics maymester class. I've been spending several hours a day studying and/or working on my lingustics final project, which was an analysis of Captain Jack Sparrow's speech (pronuncation, word formations, sentence structure, vocabulary, word choice, etc). It was actually a really fun paper, but by 11:00 last night when i was finished, not just done with the paper but FINISHED, you know? and steve offered to read it over and i almost declined because i didn't want to do anything more on that paper. i always get to a point, on tests or big projects, where i really don't give a fuck if something is wrong, i'm too goddamn sick of whatever it is to check it over. oh no my battery is running out oh dear.
note to self: post pics from 4/20 on norlin.