I make them good girls go bad

You know who is superr awesome at microeconomics?
Me neither!
That is because more than anything microeconomics sucks your soul, very dementor-esque, from your body.

Good news: my soul has been fully restored today.  Via disney movie clips on youtube.  I feel whole again.

Finals suck, their supposed to... so no I was not surprised when I started my final this morning and instantly felt like I lost all knowledge I had learned.  It was like a cartoon moment for me, I could see the numbers and letters escaping my brain and coming out of my ears.  In the middle of the test, when I thought I would go insane from the lack of a soul, I look down at my hand and you know what was staring back at me? My bright red nails*.  They made me realize I was a fierce, strong, intelligent woman (with an amazing sense for nail color.)  I pushed forward, knowing my red nails would be there for me when I finished, ready to take on the next challenge.

*But I did keep in mind that if I failed this final, and proved to be a complete idiot, I could also use these red nails to attract a rich, handsome man and then get married and not worry about microeconomics.  I love that I always have that option.

Alas, it remains that my brain is perfectly capable of being intelligent and I will continue on with my male-attracting red nails and then blow them all away with my knowledge of microeconomics.  I will leave you all with a nice little picture of the notes I was allowed to bring in with me to the final.  Its a real piece of art, like Picasso, or someone else who made famous, beautiful art.  Thats not really relevant.

OH and I forgot about this:

Kidney's for sale? Yes, let us study the economic aspects of selling body parts...

An apple a day will keep anyone away if you throw it hard enough

This was my dream last night:

Line for line.  The only difference was that Tom Hanks kept yelling "NOT A BLOODY DRAGON RINGO!" over and over instead of whatever lines he actually had.  

On the subjects of dreams, there is one situation that is currently affecting me everyday and therefore must be addressed.  Brenn.  Kaulin's fiancee, one of my favorite people of all time.  We are sharing a bed this summer before the wedding while I stay in Berkeley.  This woman has a massively insane subconscious apparently.  She sleep talks and its happened a few times where I have a conversation with her while she is asleep.  I, who love to be entertained anytime of the 24 hours of a day, usually smile when she starts yelling nonsense at 1 in the morning.  She warned me before we started cuddling in a queen sized bed that she has had night terrors.  Excuse me for thinking that only people like Kirk on Gilmore Girls had that.  That dude is crazy.  Brenn isn't crazy, so she is just exaggerating.

Except she's not.  On the night before my midterm (thank you fate), I am trying hard to fall asleep early so I can be fully focused in the morning.  Brenn's unconscious mind has other ideas.  I wake up to complete darkness and Brenn, bolting upright, quietly saying "what? what? no, no, no."  I turn over

to look at her, of course knowing that we are in no immediate danger.  She is staring at the corner of the room closest to her  side of the bed and repeating "what? what? what?" in a very calm, serene way.  Her trance like-state actually instantly creeps me out.  I look over to the corner, expecting to see a ghost, or a zombie, or Christian Bale with a knife.  Nope, nothing. (although I would be pretty excited if Christian Bale was there, knife-less of course).

I've surveyed the scene, and just as I reach out to wake Brenn up she cat-like bounds away from the corner, and just about to fall off the bed.  My hero instincts kick in and I grab her arm and she looks up and realizes I'm there.  But this sweetheart is still not in fact awake.  She stares at me and I try to calm her down, "shhh Brenn, shhhh".  What I wanted to say was "Shut UP Brenn, ya freak, I have my midterm tomorrow!"  As Brenn has pointed out before, my excessive tiredness when it's late at night actually cuts away from my rudeness and I'm very sweet.  So I coax her into laying back down, she's no longer fully asleep but she is obviously still delusional.  Whatevs, I love the girl.

Two seconds after laying down she whispers "when did that happen?"  What a cute nut, she is already trying to have a conversation with me about what happened only moments before.

The moral of the story is: I love Brenn Mcwhorter, she is an amusing bed partner.  But I will gladly go back to hearing about her screaming at a spider on a wall that is the size of a cowboy hat, rather than waking up at 2 in the morning to witness it.  Just so you all know how funny my brother's fiancee is.

Because I can('t)

I mean, I have always been a blog person.  In a sense.  But I just didn't do it.  BUUUT now I'm super mature and stuff so I will share my brilliant mind with the world.  Also I am tired of only writing a certain amount on a facebook status when there is so much more going on in my brain.  So sometimes this will make sense, sometimes it won't and sometimes I will wonder if anyone cares.  But mostly not so much the last one since I care and thats all I care about.
Got it?
So countdown to my microeconomics final on thursday.  Yuck.  I don't wanna seem overdramatic but taking this class has been like voluntarily walking into a pole every morning and then telling myself "NEVER AGAIN!" and then walking into the pole again the next day. Everyday.


I made a fun game up though.  Sometimes when my professor starts talking about something we already went over, I pretend he is the teacher on Charlie Brown. "Wah wah woh wah wah". http://soundfxnow.com/sound-fx/charlie-brown-teacher-voice/

There I sit with a silly smile, listening to the words but letting them become a trombone sound.  Pretty entertaining.  Mostly I take this class seriously though. Which is why its even more amusing to say "your mom" jokes quietly to my two brothers when I feel like I just digested too much information.  It's good for the skin.


Hmm, that felt good. I think I'll be pretty good at this stuff.  And by "this stuff" I mean, being awesomely amusing to myself.  Which I think I've always been.  But you didn't know that until now, I'm mostly sure.


Huh, funny I just realized my facebook status works for summing up this post: I have no idea what I’m doing but I know I’m doing it really, really well