Quote of the Day

"Everything happens for a reason, and some things don't happen for a reason."

Quote of the Day

"When I was your age, we didn't have cars... and Mustang Sally was a girl down the street with a huge face."

Maybe...

Maybe a BYU football player came to take a test in my office today and no one was excited about it but me. And he passed his test. Barely. And I was really, really happy for him. And legally, I can't even say who it was. Curse you FERPA! I am alone in my enthusiasm.





Maybe he is in this picture. Maybe he isn't. But maybe he is.

Oh Sleep. Such a strange thing.

I slapped myself across the face this morning. Really. Left hand to the left side of my face. Full contact. It was so weird. I was partially awake, because I remember hitting myself, but I have no idea why I did it. And I started laughing way hard. I totally forgot about it until I read Tami's blog on night terrors.

Also, I said the S-H word yesterday. LOUDLY. I was in the Wal-Mart parking lot... and I was backing out of my parking spot, being realllly careful about the front end of the truck, and backed right into the tail end of some old lady's pontiac that was parked behind me in the handicap parking row. And she was IN her car. I felt soooooo bad! She was all jittery but she was so nice when I gave her my information. I crunched one of her tail lights and put a scratch on Dad's bumper. If ever there were anything that could send you straight to Hell, I'm pretty sure saying a curse word in conjunction with scaring the shidoobies out of a poor sweet old lady would be pretty high up on the list.

I just wasn't concentrating. I've just been so tired lately. And hungry! I promise I really do like eating. But as much as I try to muscle through it, I am a wimp, and my body has conditioned itself to resist anything I try to ingest. I blame the crash on both myself and the general confusion that comes with starvation induced exhaustion.

I mean honestly, who slaps themself across the face? Sure it was in my sleep, but just don't be surprised if I start to go loony in the waking hours.

It really is a miracle that I made it through finals. I've been extraordinarily blessed. I wrote TWO research papers after going THREE days on nothing but a few pieces of pineapple, a half a bagel, and a half salad from the Cougar-Eat. No joke. Heavenly Father has been really good to me this semester. I'm just thankful a broken tail light has been the only casualty thus far.

Ting Tang, Walla walla Bing Bang

So. My tummy has a heart beat, which would be awesome if I were like, with child. But I'm not. I have had the weirdest pain in my side for a month and I don't know if the doctors just think I'm making it up or what. They keep doing tests but then they wait a week to tell me that they couldn't find anything wrong. It wouldn't be so bad if I were getting better. But I'm getting worse. I think they are just hoping that if they ignore me the pain will go away. Nice plan Stan. Meanwhile, I am lucky if I can eat one meal a day, and if I lay perfectly still in my bed and take Tylenol I can sleep at night sometimes. Last time I checked, WebMD tells you to seek medical attention immediately if you are experiencing throbbing abdominal pain.

So, I have sought out medical attention and they do not have a clue what to do with me. What do I do now? If Dr. House were a real person he would have already insulted me and cured me WEEKS ago. And Dr. Chase would have flirted with me shamelessly because I am just that good looking.

So who else would know what's wrong? Mr. Body? You know.. that guy who had a show on PBS. He wore a bodysuit with all of his internal organs diagramed on the outside. I'm sure he would know. Apparently his name was Mr. Goodbody. Shudder.

He deserves two pictures. I think what creeps me out MOST is that his body suit has attached toes and gloves. Blegh.

Another option: Ms. Frizzle. She could just drive her little magic school bus into my digestional tract and tell me what's wrong.

Or possibly Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman. But she is underqualified, fictional, and unavailable.

Or I could go to a witch doctor. Except when I told Nicole that idea she said, and I quote:

"A shaaman, if you will. They scare the ghosts out of you by rubbing a dead guinea pig on you from your head to your toes. Do you REALLY wanna go that route?"

No. I do not. But at this point I am ready to just show up at the emergency room and tell them that there is an alien growing inside of me that they need to remove. STAT.

Irritation

I'm not going to post a big whiney blog. All I'm going to say, is that I could have gone without that old man going through my dresser drawers today and still been happy for the rest of my life.

Do, do do do do Da da Da da DA

I dare you not to get this song stuck in your head. You won't be able to do it. I LOOOOOVE this movie. And I love this scene. I have a weakness for attractive guys and little white christmas lights. And I want to be this girl.

SHENANIGANS

I was running almost on time for work this morning. And then I opened my door. Someone thought it would be awesome to roll a 5 billion pound giant snowball onto my porch. I did not enjoy scooting over it on my bum. I applaud your efforts, silly boys.

We were not the only victims.

I hope it was worth lugging it all the way up there. This is War.

It's Snaining.

Well, it WAS snaining. You know. Raining but also snowing. It was actually kind of beautiful when I left for work. It was just raining... but there were giant scattered snowflakes falling too. Now it is just hardcore snowing. Boo. It's sticking to the ground. Mother nature always messes with me this time of year. I get all excited for warm weather and break out the bare feet one day, and then the next day there she is, dumping a butt load of snow on the ground. It makes me sigh.

Quotes of the Day

"What smells like farts?"
"It's your breath. I smelled your yawn."

and

"I would have just cried until they shot me."

AND

"She goes commando... it's because she's a democrat"

Thank You.

I just wanted to take this opportunity to thank Marilyn Monroe for having thighs. That is all.

Day Breaker.

DARN YOU TO HECK, BLUE ERROR SCREEN!

Do not get me wrong. Ever since my first laptop was stolen a year and a half ago I have been sooooo immensely grateful to have a computer-guy father who seems to always have a collection of electronics he has rescued from the corporate trashcan. Luckily for me, the computer I have been using in the absence of my original laptop came free of charge as a hand-me-down from Papa Booth. I don't know what I would have done without it. BUT. Sometimes it freaks out, the cord is frayed, and it is no longer able to hold a battery charge for more than 30 minutes. Its just gettin old in computer years. I love it. I cherish it. I do not judge it for having a footprint dent or for having a bum left mouse click key. But for heaven's sake. It kind of bit the dust today. And I have a paper to turn in tomorrow. And finals are in a week and a half. Bad timing laptop, bad timing. I think the computer gods are still punishing me for pulling the hard drive out of a running PC in my youth. I'M REALLY SORRY OKAY! GIVE ME A BREAK!

For Real.

I don't even know where to start. The last few days/week has been so good and so bad. Conference was the bomb. But I think it can all be summed up in a comment my religion professor made to me today.

"Are you feeling okay?... You look... haggard."

That's not a word I use regularly, or ever, but I think he is spot on. Thank you Bro. Boone. Maybe I will get some pity points on my last midterm.