Finals Week is Almost Over Yay!

Finals are a blast. Everynight I'm so busy fretting about the tests and portfolios that I forget to study for the tests and/or finish up my portfolios. That's okay though. I'm a superhero when it comes to finals and somehow scraping by. I have a huge one coming up at 1:00. I don't believe I'm ready for it and I'm extremely hungry. I just had a meeting with a career advisor and I'm also depressed. Hardly the mental state to be in before a massive, grinning final.

Ughhhh, I also have to read a poem in front of people. I hate poetry. It's not even real. I mean, who can tell whether or not it's even a poem? Some poetry is good and all that, but I don't like to write it and even less do I like to read it in front of people.

I am sooooo hungry. I think I'll eat some pie. I can't decide between cherry pie or some other kind that I have not thought of yet. My mom makes the best cherry pie ever. For real. Same with peach, blueberry, apple, strawberry, and kuchen. She's the best pie maker in the world. Do you want proof? Well, she makes cherry pie with those little criss-cross things on the top. That's the way to make it. I don't care what anybody else says. I'm so hungry I'm delirious.

I have to study. I don't have time for this. I just needed a break, that's all. I can't wait for it to be over. Then I can go back to thinking about a career as a racecar driver. By the way, my mom said that I can live at home forever if I want to, so there.

*Also, I noticed that whenever I spell hungry I spell it like this: "hungary," like the country and I have to go back and fix it everytime. The only time I spell it right is when I think about it, when I think, "I'm going to have to spell hungry in a little bit here. That's "hungry," not "hungary." and that's when I do it right.*

Scurvy Sea Dog

Yes, I am a scurvy sea dog indeed. This calls for a red bandana and possibly an eye patch. I have the pirate song already made up, but I forgot to write it down. Leslie, do you remember it? Because I know I came home one night and sang it to you.

Anyhow, I am Steve McQueen. As well as Dirty Harry Callahan, Josey Whales, Gary Oldman and Sid Vicious at some point during the day. Oh! And I can't forget Johnny Cash. I'm him too when I feel like it.

Well, looks like my day is covered.

If anyone has anything interesting to say then now would be the time. I have to go to a class meeting now. I was just excited about the scurvy sea dog thing.

Red Barney Eh?

Les, I decided to try it again. So tell me what kind of pirate I am. Personally, I feel as if I am a scurvy sea dog . . . . which could just be wishful thinking.

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Happy Jack

I was inspired (as per usual) by something that Traever said. Here it is: I never restrict my diet. Ever. I don't think that dieting is worth it. I think that if you want to be healthy than you should eat what you want to . . . in moderation. Also, there should be some exercise in there somewhere. But anyway, I'm fine with being chubby and I like ice cream too much to even care so there!

Anyhow, it was Easter. It was a wonderful weekend for obvious reasons, but my mom didn't give us our Easter baskets this year. That sounds incredibly selfish and childish, but my mom always gets us Cadbury chocolate eggs and the like and a gift card to Barnes and Noble or something and this year she gave us the gift card but we didn't get any candy!! I was shocked and horrified. She told me that she would buy me some Easter candy at some random and non-Easter time, but it's not at all the same. It was how I imagine it would be if I found out I was adopted. That's how weirded out I was.

"Happy Jack" is playing over and over again on my computer. It's not bad but I have to do something about this. So long.

Running Into a Wall

I am so very tired. I'm sleeping all the time. I know, it sounds like I shouldn't be tired if I'm sleeping all the time, but "all the time" happens to be rather infrequent, despite what it sounds like. Ughhh, I want a vacation. I don't want to go anywhere, I just want to be able to go home and not have to do anything but watch movies and spend time with my family.

News:
It's Easter soon.

I don't want to talk about anything.

You know what I miss? I miss watching volleyball on ESPN. I love doing that. It's one of my favorite things to watch. That sounds totally lame, but watching volleyball is like watching a really awesome ballet. Everyone is so graceful, but they're not wearing leotards or walking on their tiptoes. I also like to watch swimming. I can't believe how fast they are. I think I like to watch those sports because those are the ones I participated in. Also one time I watched the Stanford girl's volleyball team play somebody else and Ogana Numani (sp?) is on the Stanford team and I played against her in high school.

I have to quick get smart by, the end of the month so I can ace my finals. That reminds me. Richard has my ranch dressing. I'll be needing that back probably. I like ranch dressing.