Text messages between Pookins and I:

Pookins: I got asked out on a date tonight and said yes. I am not listening to the psychic!

Me: Lol! Awesome! Pookins needs a love interest. It's okay. I never listen to the psychic either.

Pookins: What?! I wanted you to scold me. The new slutty Lori sucks.

Hahahaha!

My away message last night: reading and bed

IM from Taylor this morning: Who taught you to read? Get your ass in the kitchen and make me fucking breakfast!

Oh man, I love those boys. So Notre Dame is a good time. I have my first day of graduate classes tomorrow! Skurr! Pat (my grad school friend) tells me that they're nothing to worry about and  then he scolded me for never listening to him. He also scolds me for walking too loudly and being an annoying first year and bothering him when he wants to be left alone and coming in too late and leaving too early. I am a big fan.

I've been experimenting on three year olds for a counting study and visiting them at the day care center. It's been a lot of fun. It's a good life: reading psych articles and playing with three year olds all day. The only unfortunate thing about grad school is that I will be poor for the next five years. I have a lot of funny stories with these kids, but it would take too long to write them out and I'm feeling kind of ADD since the weather is beautiful. So I'm going to go now, but I hope you are all doing well.