Be sure to wear a flower in your hair

Sometimes all I want to do is move to San Francisco, ride a bike all around town, live in a small loft apartment, be a hippie-vegan, have dreads in my hair, shop at second-hand stores, and enjoy the sunshine everyday.

Honestly, that would be the life.

I may have an ulcer by the end of the day*

I need to prioritize my life better. I tried this weekend, really I did! Maybe I have ADD? For some reason I think that is a legitimate excuse for everyone, except me. I know it's real, but I think that I could mentally out-smart it. Maybe I just need to buckle down and get things done.

Please just let me survive today.

*Contrary to popular belief, stress does not actually cause peptic ulcers. Ulcers are caused by a bacteria in the stomach, and a simple antibiotic will cure them. I was simply being proverbial.

Can't you hear me S.O.S?

I'm drowning in biochemistry and it's only the beginning!!!!

Somebody! Help! Please! What does this all mean???

Wednesdays

I've hated Wednesdays ever since 8th grade when my church reorganized boundries and Brittany and I were no longer in the same ward with Dylan. That made Wednesday youth nights a whole lot more fun. Once it was over, Wednesday went back to being the "I-can't-believe-it's-only-the-middle-of-the-week" day. Age 14 was my only girly crush phase. I was pretty ridiculous and my family and friends let me know, but nothing they said could convince me. Don't worry though, I grew out of it soon in my own time. I always do things in my own time. I had one more slightly less immature crush on another boy, but ever since then (age 15), I've never had a legitimate crush on anyone that lasted more than a week. Yeah I've definitely met people that I'd love to get to know, but I don't waste time on things that are unlikely to happen. I learned that at the ripe old age of 15 when my heart was crushed by unsaid crush. Tragic, yes, but I moved on. Now I never hang out with anyone long enough to develop feelings for them. It's just a waste of energy, and I often feel like Tom in 500 Days of Summer in the Reality vs. Expectations scene. Everytime I work things up in my mind, make little things mean big things, hold on to the slightest inklings of anything, and it always does...well, nothing because it was nothing in the first place. Err go: I always feel awkward in girl talk because I'm severely lacking in experience to contribute.

Meh. That's life.

i like a lot of movies with the word sunshine in them...

little miss sunshine, eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, and now...

sunshine cleaning.

This movie was interesting. It provided a sort of euphemistic background to what the movie was really about: cleaning up crime scenes or places of death. I liked the depth of the two main characters. It may have been slow at times, but I think it was a small look and people's seemingly insignificant lives. I don't know. I liked it.

that's all.

Now I have to write a bloody sonnet. blahhhh

can we just stop this cruel game???

So...maybe finals aren't going as planned. (READ: I've been extremely distracted with SVU marathons and still haven't taken the two finals I was supposed to take...by Tuesday.)

So here's the plan: Study all night. Take physics in the morning and physiology in the afternoon. Come home. Pack. Clean. Sleeeeeeep.

Then I get to wake up dark and early at 5:00 a.m. on Friday morning and drive for 13 hours in Lennon. Lennon is my hunter green ghetto honda civic (probably needed to capitalize something in there...) I don't think I've explained Lennon's naming process. Naming a car is a very important thing. Cars just seem to have personalities to me (and I'm not even a car person...) Anyway, when I first got Lennon, I knew he was a boy...actually an older, worn-out man. He got his name because he is an earthy hippie kind of color. Since he's a civic, he's a classic. Something that lasts forever--like the Beatles. They will always be played and enjoyed just like civics will always be not too cool and not too lame. Also, when I first got the [used] car it smelled pleasantly like marijuana. Contrary to my mom's insistance that I was wrong, someone had most definitely hit the peace pipe in that car a fair few times. And we all know the about the chemically good times the Beatles had. So my car's name is Lennon--like the older "Imagine" era Lennon. He's had his good run, and now he's just cruising and will probably die out of the blue one day (may you rest in peace, John).

So there's your ramble for the night. Time for an all-nighter. i love my life. (In a couple days that won't be sarcastic.

here we are as in olden days...

It's the last Monday of Fall Semester!! ( I feel like there were too many capitals in that sentence.)

So, this morning kind of sucked... Last night I went to bed at 8:30 because I was exhausted and for once didn't want to be groggy Monday morning. Well, I all the sudden I woke up at like 10:30, and my body thought it was just a little nap, and I was wide awake. I lay in bed for about two hours, got up, ate some soup, lay down for another hour or so, and somehow finally went to sleep. I really tried to be responsible!

Anyway, this week is busier than actual finals week. Here is the agenda to which I must adhere!

Monday: Take cell bio test, write at least 3 pgs of Spanish paper (hopefully the whole thing)
Tuesday: New Testament writing assignment, read final cell bio paper, work on Spanish paper some more, do physiology assignment that I procrastinated all semester, physiology problem sets, go to ballroom social
Wednesday: Physics homework, get Spanish paper corrected, work on cell bio problem sets
Thursday: Turn in Spanish paper, go in to TA to get help on cell bio problem sets
Friday: sleep in, return books, study for physics and physiology
Saturday: sleep in, study for physics and physiology

Monday: Turn in cell bio final, take physics test, be done with physics forever, maybe do NT final on blackboard
Tuesday: physiology final, start packing up!

I only have two actual tests in the testing center. This is the best finals week ever. (Well, as good as a finals week can be.)

Enough procrastinating. Time to be hardworking.

Ready. Set. Go.

Bored

This always happens. I finally get the *ganas to blog, but I want to blog all the time now. Then in about two weeks I will lose all desire. But while I am here I just want to say that I love blogging because I love writing. I don't get to do it in my major a lot, so it's very refreshing. The real reason for my stopping of blogging is because I started journaling last January. I keep up on it pretty well. I thought about just journaling and copying the entries to this blog because I write my journal in a Word document. Obviously I would take out the really deep and personal stuff, but it would give me a blueprint at least. Then I realized that blogging and journaling are completely different because the audiences are different. Maybe only a literature-enthusiast would know what I mean, but my journal entries just wouldn't fit here. My writing style differs as the setting differs. And even though this audience is vastly imaginary, it is still a variable which must be factored into this writing.

Things I must do now:
1. Read a General Conference talk
2. Start Cien Años de Soledad for Spanish
3. Make lunch

*ganas is a Spanish term loosely translated to desire. But as my favorite Spanish teacher Mrs. Nelson first taught me, there is just something more to the word that cannot be translated. You just have to know Spanish, I guess.