It's amazing how stupid you can be when you're in love

More than sleeping in.
More than my blue shoes.
More than Dave Matthews.
... or John Mayer, or John Coltrane, or Eric Clapton, or Five Iron Frenzy.
More than spring.
Maybe even more than cherry Coke.
More than Chipotle
... or Pizza Hut, or Arby's, or Space Aliens, or the Olive Garden.
More than grammar, even the semi-colons (and I love semi-colons).
More than baseball, more than the History Channel, more than Tetris.
More than Spongebob, Dexter, or Bugs Bunny.
More than bassoon quartets, or all my DVDs, or silly walks.
More than rain.
More than this phrase I actually heard somebody say today: "Crackers are evil, hackers are just curious."
More than pajamas!

I love him more than all the things I always say I love.

So there.

Dracula

I'm way behind in reading this, and I couldn't find it all afternoon. The book was just not anywhere in my room, not under anything, not in my backpack. I couldn't understand it. Then I noticed that there was a book sitting on top of my stereo, which is next to my desk, and yes, it was Dracula. In conclusion, I am very stupid, but happier now, because I have about 100 pages to catch up on. Tomorrow I have to forget everything I've read so far because we have a "reading exam" that's on everything we've read all semester in this class, except Dracula.

I'd forgotten how much I liked this book. Some time earlier this semester, Brad told us that there are Frankenstein people and Dracula people, and he is a Dracula person. That has become evident; just by looking and listening to him talk about the beginning of the book in class on Tuesday, he was obviously enjoying it. Classes are always more fun when your professor so obviously loves the subject at hand.

In honor of my having recovered the book and resuming reading it, I'll share with you this sentence I just read: "Why can't they let a girl marry three men, or as many as want her, and save all this trouble?"