The Kappa Kappa Gammas have put up their tent.

Now, I do not intend this to cast aspersions on anyone out there who might be or might have been in a sorority. I'm sure you're all lovely people.

But boy, you sure do sing an awful lot.

See, the KKG house is catty-corner from mine. The last two years I've been in school, I've listened to them sing from 8 to 11 every night the entire first week of school. Catchy stuff, like "Kappa Cabana," among others.

Well, this year, the first week came and went. No singing.

No singing the third or fourth week.

I thought I was in the clear.

But no. The tent went up today, which can mean only one thing.

"Kappa Cabana" is back.

Cover your ears.

Know who else is back? Erik. It's about damn time.

My friend Marissa and I went to Gabriel Brothers after class today. Gabriel Brothers is a huge warehouse of a store, where TJ Maxx and Marshal's rejects go to die.

So it's a digging store. You have to dig to shop. But you can find some really good deals, and a lot of times there isn't anything discernably wrong with the clothing.

I bought a thick black mock turtleneck shirt, a plain regular dark green turtleneck, a pair of waffle-knit pajama bottoms, a cookie cooling rack, two oven mitts, and a straw Halloween doll, and I spent $32.70.

Such a deal. You should see the process I go through to ensure that the clothing isn't damaged. I feel like one of those judges at the Westminster dog show, pulling and feeling and looking this way and that. But dammit, if I'm going to pay $9.99 for something that was originally $68, I want to make sure it's perfect.

I'm so excited because my 8:00 class is cancelled for tomorrow. He told us last week, but I had forgotten, so it was like this big gift at the end of class: "Remember, no class tomorrow." Woo-hoo.

I almost didn't go today. My alarm clock went off, as it does every morning, at 6:15. But I turned it off and didn't actually get out of bed, so right back to sleep go I until 7:30.

And then I lie in bed for another five minutes and think about whether or not I should go to class. Of course, I can never bring myself to just skip without a good reason, so I drag myself into the shower, don't wash my hair, pull on my Sam's t-shirt pants and a sweatshirt and meet my upstairs neighbor who leaves promptly at 8:00 every morning.

Which means I'm a little late, since I'm supposed to actually be sitting in my seat at 8:00. Fortunately there's a nice back door to this classroom, so I can come in without causing too much of a ruckus, and just slide into an empty seat in the back row.

And then practically sleep through class. I feel like a druggie when I do this, but when I know I won't be able to get coffee and I haven't been up very long, I take a Vivarin. But it takes a little while to kick in, so I'm only really awake for my 9:00 class, which is Corporations and just confuses the shit out of me, even when I'm caffeinated.

My cat is currently in her 11:00 p.m. nightly spaz mode. She snoozes all evening, and then right as I'm getting ready to go to bed, she starts freaking out and running all over the apartment. She takes a flying leap from the bed and hauls ass all the way out to the living room, then takes a flying leap onto the back of the couch, then does it all over again.

She so weird. She could only be mine.

Maybe I shouldn't be admitting this, but I tried to make macaroni and cheese tonight. And guess what?

That's right. "Return of the Gross Disgusting Maggot-Looking Flour Bugs."

My weekend project is now throwing away every bread product in my kitchen and scrubbing out the cupboards. I don't know what causes these little suckers, but I may have found the best diet ever, because I always seem to lose my appetite whenever I cook them.

The mac and cheese was pretty old, though. In fact, I think I discussed their purchase in an old Gracefully entry around this time last year. So that makes me feel better.

I'm still kind of hungry though.