I gave Mary Leigh the last good book I have here in Mississippi, I was apprehensive until i considered that it was finals and I would be back in North Carolina in a week and a half. In case you were wondering, the book is The Russian Debutante's Handbook by Gary Shteyngart, its really phenomenal (the first 150 pages I have read over and over again, but cannot make it past that point) and up to par with the first book i read by him, Absurdistan. But alas, I just picked up Foreign Affairs, an academic journal about my personal weakest spot in Political Science, International Relations. Perhaps over break I will finally read Pastoralia by George Saunders.

I fell asleep at about 7 last night, my sister called me just in time to save my aunt from being eaten by an alligator. It was something I will never understand, why 1) she was holding raw hamburger meat and 2) why we were taunting alligators that we knew could kill us. In all fairness, the alligators did bounce off of my cousin Loren like a fish when she shielded herself from their attacks. I assume this would have happened to all of us, hopefully my aunt to, but i never learned since right then my sister called me. The dream actually began very different than that, I can't remember exactly what i was doing, but i was late for a golf game against my friends Jamen Berk, Johnny Stoops and someone else, maybe Blaine, but i ended up playing against him later. Oh, and when I say late I mean i was supposed to just play wherever they were at that point, but they had already finished, that's how golf works. There was also a multiperson joke/reference that erections give you facial hair. This joke/reference appeared (very) roughly 9 times.

I desperately want this sweater.