Monday, December 29

Wanna know what happened in the last nine days?

I watched movies, opened presents, worked and sat.

Don't scoff. It's better than your life.

Saturday, December 20

Home and working. I made $100 in two days. Maybe I should get a job next semester.

Christmas is so close. I just wish it were 40 degrees warmer.

Wednesday, December 17

Going home today. Everything is packed away and I'm definitely ready mentally. Now I get to sit for four hours and wait for my last final.

First semester in review: Meh...

Tuesday, December 16

You don't know how relieved I was to see the tub is no longer teeming with hair. No, I don't take baths at school.

History is in the can; accounting will be later today. I don't know what I was so worried about.

Monday, December 15

Almost done shoppng; almost done studying. I've got four exams in the next 48 hours.

My car is amazing. I'd forgotten how much I loved it. I should drive more than twice a month.

Sunday, December 14

I miss laziness. Care package is now depleted. I wish I had more nerds.

Saddam was captured 'last night'. Sure, CNN... We believe you....

Saturday, December 13

Systematically demolishing contents of my 'survival kit'. You're next, pretzels.

I've got something really 'special' for you today. It's a Chistmas Carol, Burger King style.

Friday, December 12

Classes are officially over. Hell to come.

'Intensive' quiet hours are in effect. I guess no more screaming at my receivers.

Thursday, December 11

Meal of the World is hardly a meal. How do you screw up corn? And why did your potatoes taste like cookies?

Happy Birthday to an old friend.

Wednesday, December 10

Wednesdays always blow. I have to cram an entire semester of reading into the next 5 days. Wish me luck. Meanwhile, I'll play this.

I hate my next month.

Tuesday, December 9

The snow is coming. Winter weather warning in effect, but I see relatively zero winter weather.

This just in: Kading is the worst driver of all time.

Monday, December 8

Three days of class remaining. When do I begin to worry?

Christmas rocks my socks.

Sunday, December 7

Iowa State Tally:

1.5 hours slept on a futon.
6.5 hours slept on the floor.
2 ears pierced.
1 great idea.
1 overweight young male stuck in a helicopter meant for children.
10 eggs cracked.

Saturday, December 6

A glimpse into someone else's life and I'm hurting.

Going to Ames tonight to see some old friends. You think they miss me?

Friday, December 5

This was almost taken over by women, but luckily (and expectedly) they could not figure out how to work it.

Finals are nearing. I've got one week of classes until my tests. I'm just not that concerned right now. I think I need prior failure to inspire fear. I guess we'll see how my first finals turn out.

Thursday, December 4

Five months ago I committed to an angel. Or at least that's when we decided it was. I've got a bad memory, and this particular date was easy for me to remember. Go ahead, do the math.

Bes is now sleeping here. We went 37 days straight without him, and now 2 straight with him. I can't decide if I like it better or not.

Wednesday, December 3

It's snowing and everybody is nuts. There are many people outside sledding and snowballing. I wonder if every snowfall will be this crazy.

I got every question right on my accounting exam. God was was feeling generous today.

My link for you today was provided by Emily. It's... well, there's nothing that can explain this.

Tuesday, December 2

Jenna stole my phrase 'on tap'. I don't mind, of course. But I'd like her to know it was mine first. Next up for her to steal: the word 'tally'.

It's supposed to snow tonight; at least that's what Hottie McEconProfessor says. I love looking at it, but hate experiencing it. Also, Professor Njoroge looks huggable.

Monday, December 1

I cannot believe it's December. Where did the last 4 months go? There is no snow and that's disappointing. As long as I'm not driving home, I'd like to see a little white.

I wish people would stop telling me about Luke. I know. Do you get some sort of twisted pleasure out of gossiping about death? For God's sake, shut the hell up!