don't wake me, I plan on sleeping in.

Here's the deal:  I love sleep.  

Probably a little too much.  

Today, after my psychology professor never showed up to my 7:30 class and after I had enjoyed my nutella and banana pizza at the cafeteria, I headed back to bed.  I woke up 20 minutes before Book of Mormon.  Boo ya, I rock.  The other day, I slept through my biology class. Great news: I woke up at 10:45.  Even better news: I just achieved a 100% on my online biology quiz.  Now I feel a bit better about missing class.
Other fantastic news: I ran the mile and a half in 11:53.
One second better than last time.
CHE HOO.

Here's the other deal: Sometimes I wish my life were a TV show.
On tonight's episode:

Today, I was sitting in my room in nothing but my underwear, talking to the-one-and-only Shelbey Ballantyne on Skype.  Granted, that was probably not the most appropriate thing to be skyping in, but I was hot, so get use to it.  The door to my room was wide open, letting a nice fresh breeze in.

  (Harry Potter quote: "I like a nice breeze around my privates.")

Anyway...

The next thing I know there is a man standing outside my door.
I look up, say hey like it's not big deal, then go back to skyping. 

 My roommate does the same. 

Then it hit me.

THERE IS A MAN STANDING IN MY DOORWAY AND I AM IN MY UNDERWEAR.

Then came the super awkward exchange.

Me: "I'll put on some clothes."
Him (as he ducks behind doorway): Ya, ok.

Wait for it, it get's even better.

He has come to do some work for Faith.

Sweet.

I am sitting two inches away from the man who has just seen my in my prime.

I say, he is one lucky man...