CAPPED OFF

I am now officially, and curiously, what you might call "capped off."

As unbelievable as it sounds, I have been thinking in all caps for the past month. The once-gentle voice I use when I am thinking to myself somehow upgraded to booming I-told-you-it-was-better-at-the-IMAX surround sound. In other words, I thought in ALL CAPS.

Allow me to recap these loud conversations with myself:

When I brush my teeth in the morning with my extra soft brush toothbrush I think, GOSH, I HOPE MY GUMS DON'T RECEDE ANY FURTHER.

As I hurry up to campus in my navy pencil skirt with gray tights, I think, SORRY FEET-- THESE NEW SHOES ARE TOO PRETTY NOT TO WEAR TODAY.

While my mentor talks about taking his daughters to the Justin Bieber movie this weekend, I think, I KIND OF REALLY WANT TO SEE THAT MOVIE WHEN IT COMES TO THE DOLLAR THEATER. IF I'M BORED.

But some magic happened over the weekend:

I ate a pork taco at Los Hermanos,

saw a Cougarette concert,

had a massively girly sleepover,

flipped three fluffy pancakes,

engineered an enviable blanket fort,

cheered as Jimmer put up some shots,

played mini croquet,

bought shirts and jeans in Park City,

watched 4 episodes of The Office,

danced at a President's Day party,

gave a spiritual thought,

read a novella,

AND STOPPED THINKING IN CAPS!

That's right; I did all these things in a normal indoor thinking voice. Caps off to me!