Cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs!

Actually, I've never had cocoa puffs. That phrase, along with the remembrance of an accompanying commercial cartoon, was simply the first thing that I thought of when considering titles for this post. It's unnerving how effectual the advertising industry is. Moving on to other things: I am a grinner right now. I walk along campus and suddenly my stomach whoops and an irrepressible grin commandeers my face. I am grinning as I type this. Why? Good question. I don't know if I'll answer. But I can say that my roommates are hilarious. Yesterday, they coerced me into agreeing to a rather ridiculous getup (it was all in fun - no hard feelings you 5, er, 4). We were all engaged (maritally) for fifteen or so minutes, our hallway was transformed into a tunnel of love - strewn with paper red hearts and candy kisses, our kitchen became "the love shack," romantic music and movies were playing, and I drank peach fresca out of a champagne flute and ate some vanilla ice-cream with red-hots (though I really do detest the things) with my friend. I mean, we ate together (I didn't eat him. Well, actually, maybe I did. Perhaps I am more carnivorous than my previous post implied... perhaps cannabalistic!....). Anyway, all involved said it was a deliciously fun evening. And now I'm grinning. Spontaneously. More on this later.