People I LOVE

Okay so I'm pretty much copying Linda's last post, I hope you don't mind Linda. I thought it was a really good idea though, and I LOVE talking about the people who mean so much to me. So here are a FEW of the people and things I love and am so thankful for.


MY MOM! Out of my two parents, I probably argue more with my mom than with my dad. But at the same time, I learn more from her than my dad. (No offense Daddy, it's just a mom thing!) Sometimes it's hard for me to look past the conflicts we have with each other but when I do I am so glad to have her as my mom. I am so glad that over the past few years we have actually become friends, and she is one of my best friends. She is always busy with something--teaching, organizing huge school projects, family history, scrapbook classes, cleaning, cooking, helping my aunt and grandma organize their things (they recently had an addition built on their house)...She does so much! She knows how to do so much. I am truley amazed by my mom and just what a great woman she is. I want to be like her as I improve myself. I think of all the moms I could have had (since I'm adopted) and I feel so lucky and blessed that she was the mom I got.

DADDY. I absolutely love goofing around with my dad. We have so many inside jokes (most of which my mom doesn't like because they are "potty humor"...yes, I know). "This cruise brings out the urine in me!" "Is it a toilet?" etc. I just think my dad is so cool. He is a complete goofball but at the same time a WORTHY Priesthood holder. I know that any time I ask him to, he is prepared to give me a blessing. He has done so much service for my family and for our church and I really admire him for doing it all without complaining. My dad is a convert. He joined the church in his 20s. When he first joined, his family told him he would go to hell for becoming a Mormon. (Needless to say I think their views have changed, though they are still strong Catholics.) He still joined the church and has such a strong testimony now. Through his example and through the choices he made (like marrying my mom in the temple) he has shown his family what true happiness can be. My grandma (his mom) lived with us the last few months of her life and I know that when she got to the other side she accepted the Gospel in a heartbeat because she saw how we lived. Now her and my grandpa are sealed forever. I am so grateful that my dad is so strong and has so much courage.

TRAVIS! When we were little, Travis and I used to fight a LOT! One minute we were the best of friends, the next we were yelling and screaming and hitting. Now, however, I can honestly say that he is one of my best friends. We have so much fun together goofing around, making stupid movies ("Baby Time I" is probably our masterpiece...ask any of my friends who have seen it). He is growing up. He's not a little kid anymore. I can now share a lot more with him than I could before. Ever since I've gotten back from BYU, we have grown so much closer. I think a year away from each other did us a lot of good. We missed each other and learned to appreciate each other. And now we get to see each other every day! I love this crazy boy.

LACEY my BEST FRIEND. I couldn't choose which picture to use. The first one is in band playing her bassoon (Renee Dawn Jane is its name...Lisa Renee, Lacey Dawn, and Rebecca Jane [see next person]) wearing the cloak I made her. The bottom is us in Hawaii. There is so much to say about Lacey. We always say we are connected at the spinal column. We are! Lacey has been there for me no matter what. I can tell her anything and she can tell me anything. We finish each others THOUGHTS, not just sentences. We have an inside joke about almost anything you can think of. We have lived together as roommates (in which there was a LOT of fighting) and have grown closer because of it, despite the many rough times. Now she is at BYU and I am here. I miss her SO SO MUCH every day. I love Lacey so much. We have had a brilliant plan for several years: When we're old grandma's, I will have long flowing silver hair and a monster truck. Lacey will have a motorcycle and a cape. We will beat up little punks who pick on our grandkids. She will keep her motorcycle in the back of my truck, and will be able to zoom out of it down a ramp to drive next to me at any time with her cape flowing behind her. It's happening.

This is BECCA. She has been one of my very best and closest friends since 7th grade. I have learned SO much from Becca. She is a great example of constant faith. She is so honest. She has a strong testimony. And she is absolutely crazy! I love Becca to death. She always knows how to make a boring situation come to life through her random noises, exclamations, and actions. She is up at BYU too and I REALLY miss having her around. One of my favorite memories of her (and Lacey): We were at Becca's house and decided to squish ourselves into the closet beneath the stairs. Due to the shelves, toys, etc., there was literally a 3 foot triangle of floor. We all stood on that tiny spot of floor, waiting for who knows what. We were laughing hysterically, then we heard Becca's mom coming so we got really quite. Her footsteps stopped all of a sudden and she opened the closet door. All she did was stare. She shut the door and as she walked away, we heard her say, "Whatever..."

LAUREN ASHLEY CARR. One of my roommates from BYU. The first semester Lauren kind of did her own thing while the rest of us grew closer. She didn't hang out with the best kids, she absolutely had no sleeping schedule, she skipped half of her classes. Second semester was a whole different story. She grew so close to us and got back on track. I LOVE Lauren SO much!!!! She has become one of my BEST friends I've ever had. I didn't know this first semester but we have so much in common. One of my favorite things is that we both love to yell at the top of our lungs for no reason at all (much to our other roommies' dismay). I miss Lauren like crazy (as you guessed, she's still up at the Y). She is a true friend. She really is there whenever I need her and she takes friendships seriously.

ANAMINEE! I love Anamin so much! We were friends before I left to BYU. We had fun times together. But since I've gotten home we've gotten a lot closer! We have so much fun together at work! And I am so glad I have her for a friend. Having most of my best girl friends at BYU is really really hard, but Anamin makes it so much easier! She probably doesn't even know that. But now you do Anamin and I thank you for that! You are so hilarious and easy to talk to. I love your random quirks that only people who get to know you are priviledged to see. You are so sweet and I hope we can get to know each other even better! This past week has been so much fun and I've loved hanging out with you. :]

JORGE. Jorge started working at Organ Stop when I was at BYU. I don't really even remember how we became friends. But I am so glad that we did! Jorge is a funny kid. And I think he is great. Most people who work at OSP are either Mormon, or they're not and they don't really have the best of standards. Jorge is not LDS, but he has standards just as high as most of the Mormons I know. I respect him so much for that. I honestly don't know why he is so good but I admire him for it. Jorge is a great friend. I don't tell him my deepest secrets but I know that if I did, he would not say one word to anybody. He is such a loyal friend and he is SO goofy! I love playing the serious game with him. He makes me laugh like no other.

TRAVY! aka Giggles. To be honest, when I first met Travis I really wasn't too fond of him. That's just because of all the stuff that I knew went on with him and Jordan. He even made me mad sometimes because of how he'd treat Jordan at work. For the longest time our relationship was that weird relationship of "I know you exist, I have worked with you for several months, but we have reached a silent agreement not to recognize each other." What the heck!? Like Jorge, I don't really remember how Travis and I became friends. One day we just started teasing each other. And now I can say that he is a great friend to me. I hardly knew him 2 weeks ago. Yes we had the work-friends relationship but that's just "surface" stuff. Now we've hung out a few times and I've gotten to know him a lot better. He is a hilarious kid and he makes me feel special. That means a LOT to me because I don't always have the best self-esteem. Just simple things he says/does, like asking me if I'm going to come say bye to him before I leave, reminds me that he considers me a friend and cares about me. Wow I sound all mushy and whatever but really, he has helped me a lot in just the past week, especially since this summer has been somewhat of a bummer for me. Don't tell him I wrote this or I'll feel like an idiot. I'll tell him sometime or another. Haha.

Travis has helped me rediscover other things:

I always play the piano. I love the piano. But when I heard Travis play, it just reminded me how much I LOVE beautiful music, even if it is simple. I love the harmony in songs. Travis plays a lot of Coldplay on the piano. I've known several of their songs throughout high school, but I've recently listened to them a lot more. This is so scattered haha. What I'm getting at is that listening to Travis play the piano has helped me find happiness in music again. Good, uplifting music. I have been missing that. Not that I've been listening to bad music, just that sometimes I forget how much music helps me out and how beautiful and expressive it is.

This is KIT. I know, he looks like a thug. He looks like the kind of kid you don't want your kids to be around. Maybe in some aspects he IS that guy, but not to me. I went to high school with Kit. He is two years older than me. Not a whole ot of people know, but my sophmore year was TERRIBLE. I did a LOT of stupid things and I had so many emotional problems. I'm embarrassed to admit it because it's so juvenile and most people who haven't been involved with it in some form think it's due to desire for attention, but my sophmore year I used to cut my wrists and my arms. I was so depressed that year. Kit was my section leader in marching band and I loved him so much. We were buddies. I always tried to hide the cuts on my arms, but one day Kit saw them. He grabbed my arm and held it up. "Lisa Boatman! Are you cutting yourself!?" I was embarrassed he had to see that. "Promise me you won't do this anymore." Kit took such good care of me. There were 2 boys I kept having problems with and Kit would always stand up to them for me. I don't think Kit knows it but he helped turn my life around. I love Kit SO much, even though we hardly talk anymore. I am so grateful to him.

DEREK MATHIAS SCHELL. Derek's story is similar to Kit's. Derek is my age and we were BEST friends our sophmore year. We were ALWAYS together no matter where you looked. Derek took care of me and he comforted me so much. I am so grateful to him that when I think about him I just feel like crying. Part of that though is due to the pain I feel that we're not as close as we used to be. We were able to hang out a few weeks ago and it was almost like the old times again. Derek helped me realize I am worth something. I would always tell him about my problems and he would see me so sad. One day he made me promise I'd never hurt myself, which, as you now know, I did. We were sitting in band a little while later and he saw one of my wrists. I will NEVER forget the look on his face. I couldn't believe the pain I cause him. He looked really upset, mad, sad, scared, and concerned all at the same time. All he said to me was, "Lisa, why didn't you call me?" At that moment I realized that I really wasn't alone, and that for whatever reason, Derek loved me. I love Derek so much. I wish we were still really close, but life happens. We're still friends and he will be my friend forever.

Alright. Now that it is 2:30 AM and I have to get up in a few hours, I'll end my blog. I might start doing this type of post a little more often! There's just not a way to mention everyone I'm thankful for in one blog haha. Oh, I know I didn't write about Stephen. Don't get me wrong or anything, he is DEFINITELY someone I love and that I'm grateful for. But since I've written about some aspect of that in almost all of my other posts, I decided to focus on the people who have come to my mind lately. I'm sure I'll do Stephen later. :]

OKAY GOOD NIGHT! I love you guys too!!!

The past few days...this is going to be long.

Friday night (Halloween) Anamin, Jorge, Travis, and I hung out. Jordan and Stephen were with us part of the time also. And it was SO FUN!!! I find it really humorous that it was so much fun for several reasons, the main one being that none of our plans really worked out and we hardly did anything. Here's what the plan was: Meet at 5:30. Go to Bri's party for a little while. Go to a haunted house. Go to Applebee's. Here's how it went:

So the night started out with Travis and Jorge coming to my house around 6. We hung out for a while, then went and picked Jordan up. Then we went to the good old OSP while we were waiting to pick up Anamin (she was trick-or-treating with her siblings until 7:30). After a while, Anamin met us there.

Well we stayed at OSP for like an hour just visiting and goofing around, it was really fun. I was dressed up like a hippie and Tripper was OBSESSED!!!!! He was making everyone look at my costume and the whole time we were there he was like, "You are the BEST hippie I've EVER SEEN!!!!" Haha I found it kind of humorous but also a little embarrassing because then everyone was looking at me. Also, Anamin and I were the only ones who dressed up (she was a mime) and I felt stupid!! But I love dressing up so it was okay. Oh excuse me, I forgot that Jorge dressed up like a "cool high school student." Yeah.

Anyways, after OSP we headed back to my house to get my camera, which was kind of pointless since I only got 3 pictures from the night and then my batteries died haha. Then we went to the Brinkerhoff's church building to play sardines. When we got there, Elyssa and Ross and some other people we didn't really know were there, and the guys were playing basketball. Travis kept saying he didn't feel good about playing sardines in the church building (and I kind of agreed with him...plus I just felt awkward around all the new people) so while the basketball game was still going on, him, Jorge, Anamin and I went into the YW's room to play the piano. I just have to say Travis is amazing at the piano! He was playing Coldplay songs...ahh it was so amazing and nice. I played some Jon Schmidt songs, and Jorge played that one Mario brothers song hahaha.

So the old church buildings, like the Brinkerhoff's, are super confusing to me since they're so twisty and turny and there's no logical layout to them (from what I can tell). That made it creepy because we were walking around with the lights off! haha. When we were in the YW room Travis kept turning the lights off. One time when he turned the lights off he dragged me out into the hall and we ran and hid in another room, then when Anamin and Jorge came to look for us he scared Anamin so bad, it was hilarious. Anyways...I'm including too many details.

Anamin and I had been planning on going to a haunted house and the sardines thing was kind of a spur-of-the-moment thing and Jordan really wanted to go. Well we still really wanted to go to the haunted house, so before they started sardines, Anamin, Jorge, Travis and I left. Jordan told us she had been to the haunted house at Fiesta Mall for only $10 the night before. So we headed out there, only to find out that it was only $10 on Thursdays. Otherwise it was $25!!! Death!!! So we left! haha. We decided to go to Applebee's, where Stephen met us. I just have to say that half-off appetizers after 10 at Applebee's is one of the best things ever.

Applebee's was HILARIOUS. Within about 3 minutes of our waitress, Gina, bringing us our drinks, Travis knocked his over. She was kind of rude about it, but in a half-joking way...and she brought him a new drink. Literally within another 3 minutes, that one got knocked over too! (Although this time it was Anamin's and my fault because of something with my camera across the table, I don't even know how it happened.) We were all laughing so hard we were pretty much crying it was so funny. When I write it out it doesn't sound really funny...but yeah, it was. hah. Gina hated us. Travis was sure she thought he was on drugs. When we were getting ready to go, I wrote on a napkin "Hey baby--call me (phone number) --Travis" hahahhaa so we're waiting for Gina to call him.

Along the same lines of drink spilling...last night after work I went out in the parking lot with my salad and my soda...and Travis managed to spill like half of my soda. Haha...he just has no luck with that.

Okay so really fast I'll write about Saturday. This was Stephen's and Seth's whole 102 thing. They literally passed out hundreds, maybe even thousands of flyers about this event, and a grand total of one person showed up as a result of the flyers. I felt so bad for Stephen because of all the hard work he put into it and it just didn't turn out...it was sad. Seth, Stephen, Kevin (one of our friends), Anamin and I were there, plus the kid Daniel who came because of the flyers. Anamin and I walked around for 2 hours putting Yes on 102 flyers on people's doors...it was hot and we didn't bring enough water. Needless to say we were both exhausted the rest of the day, especially at work, and we both had headaches haha.

After we were done passing out all of our flyers, we went to QT to replenish our dwindling internal liquid supplies. Then we went over to Travis' house for a little bit. Again, it was one of those things where we really did nothing at all but for some reason it was way fun.

I took one picture of myself but it was disgusting so I deleted it.

THE END.

Poems and Such

Before I write my poems for Rhonda, I have to say something about my last post. It's as if Heavenly Father read the part about Stephen (probably because He DID! haha) because the very next day things got so much better!!!! I am happy :D And I am SO glad that I have Stephen in my life!

Alright. I like to write poems too, but here are a few that are spins off of nursery rhymes I wrote many many years ago.

Hickory Dickory Dock
Hickory dickory dock
Fish jumped on Johann Bach
Bach sneezed "ACHOO!"
From his wig flew
Not any fish, but a hawk

Little Miss Muffet
Little Miss Muffet
Sat on her tuffet
Eating her chicken feet
Then came a cute spider
It sat down beside her
She squashed it and made it her treat

Jack and Jill
Jack and Jill
Went up the hill
To fetch a pail full of Sprite
Jack fell down
And broke his crown
Jill laughed with all her might

Humpty Dumpty
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
An omelette is what our egg-friend became
And Little Bo Peep was the one to blame

I hope you enjoy them!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

What's going on in my brain. Dedicated to Linda Guthrie.

Alright. Here is the long-ago-promised blog on none other than my brain.

To start off: Proposition 102







This is the back of Stephen's car. He had me write it about a month or so ago.

Every Saturday night, Stephen and I go to Red Robin with some of our friends. A few weeks ago on the way home from Red Robin, we were in the right lane and this car in the left lane passed us and I noticed that the passenger window was cracked open, literally about 3 inches. And as the car passed us, the girl in the passenger seat jammed her hand out the crack and flipped us off so that her finger was pointing down to the road. It looked really funny. It was actually really hilarious. So Stephen and I were laughing about it and he sped up next to them. Instead of putting more effort into squeezing her hand out the window again, the girl just flipped us off again through the window. Stephen said, "I don't think they read it enough" and zoomed ahead of them and pulled in front of them. He kept a steady pace with the car in the lane next to us so that the flip-us-off people couldn't pass. Haha.

The next week, which I believe was two weeks ago, we were on the way to Red Robin. We were stopped at the light and had our windows down. While we were waiting for the light to turn green, we heard screaming and shouting. I thought it was just some punk kids on the sidewalk somewhere a little ways back, but Stephen thought it was the people behind us because apparently they said something about "Why do you have to be hating!?!?" haha. Sure enough, when the light turned green, we heard an engine pumping so hard it sounded like it was going to explode, and the car behind us pulled out, zoomed past (while the girl who was driving flipped us off) and sped off. Wow, they were so cool. Especially since they got stopped at the exact same light as us moments later hahaha. Well, we knew their windows were down, and ours were down, and as we neared them at the light, Stephen told me not to say anything and to not even look at them at first.

So we stopped next to them and the girl was like "WHAT!? Don't you have anything to say!?!?!" And she went ON and ON cussing up a storm dropping the f-bomb everywhere and by this time we were both looking at her. There was another girl in the front seat, and I think 2 guys in the back seat. I think the driver girl said something about one or both of the guys were gay. I don't know, she wasn't making any sense. "GAYS HAVE ^%*$@(# RIGHTS TOO! HOW CAN YOU ^*$%*$ THINK THEY DON'T HAVE RIGHTS $*%#&#%*" was about what she was saying. First of all, Stephen's window says nothing about gays and their rights. Gays have every right straight people have. We all have the right to marry someone of the opposite gender. I don't have the right to marry a woman. Not that I'd ever want to. ANYWAYS finally I got fed up with this stupid girl and I turned to her and said, "You have every right to write whatever you want on your car!" Of course she was ranting so she didn't hear me and said, "What??" so I repeated myself. She started yelling at me so Stephen rolled up my window. Which was a good thing because I know I would have lost control haha....I was about to explode. Anyways yeah, they flipped us off a few more times and whatnot. Idiots...

Like I (think) I said in my previous blog, everyone can think whatever they want!!! Just leave other people alone. Yelling your opinion at other people won't make people change their minds. This kid in my Spanish class one day was wearing a shirt that said "LOUDER doesn't make you right." AMEN!!!!!!!!

On to other matters. So Stephen and his friend Seth (who started the whole Red Robin thing) have YSA callings in their ward/stake and they are SUPER supportive of 102. This is great! We all should be. But yeah I mean they are planning a lot of stuff. They made literally hundreds of little flyers to hand out and put on cars about this meeting they're organizing this Saturday. At this meeting pretty much they'll have signs and door hangers and I think papers or more flyers to go around door to door and explain/put on doors. Wow bad sentence. Anyways. So Stephen has been pretty busy with this the past few days. I'm proud of him for being so motivated and supportive. The only bad thing is that I wanted him to hang out with me on Halloween (me, Anamin, Jordan, Jorge, Travis, Celesta, and Brianna are hanging out...and you guys can come too if you want). Well I guess he said that I should plan on him not being able to go unless he finds out he can because he has a lot of stuff to do for this thing on Saturday. That's fine and I totally understand, it just kind of sucks though because it's like this always happens. Stephen and I rarely do anything together with just us or with friends anymore. I mean we do the whole Red Robin thing but those are HIS friends (of course they're mine now too but you know what I mean). It just seems like he's never interested in getting to know MY friends too well and it kind of hurts my feelings.

Yeah...I'm not trying at ALL to talk bad about Stephen because he is so great!! But sometimes I just feel taken for granted...He's always either doing homework and (now) working on Prop 102 stuff, and when he's got free time he's playing this stupid computer game. At my house. He literally plays it for hours every week even if I ask him to do something with me like just run an errand. Every now and then he'll come but usually he'll say he just doesn't want to or something. And this game also drives me crazy because whenever he's playing it and I say something to him, I have to repeat almost everything I say at least once, usually more. I hate it!!! I sound so selfish and jealous but he hardly ever pays attention to me anymore!!! And lately the way he's been acting makes me feel like I'm really annoying him (although when I ask if he's mad he says no). It really sucks and it really hurts, especially since I'll basically drop anything I'm doing to help him or do something with him. He just doesn't seem to care about DOING things anymore. He's at my house almost 24/7...he's here all day (except school of course) and he basically only goes home to sleep. I'm kind of getting tired of it because I can imagine how he's thinking..."I do stuff with Lisa all the time because I'm with her all the time." Well playing Starcraft in my front room while I'm sitting in my dining room just doesn't qualify as spending time with me. I feel bad saying this but in a way I wish he wasn't here all the time and that we didn't see each other as often, because then he would value our time together more and would make it a point to make me feel special and important. He would actually focus on me and our relationship instead of just sitting around doing nothing. Whatever.

I love Stephen to death and he REALLY is a great boyfriend!! Right now is just kind of a "rough patch" and that's mostly because he doesn't know I feel this way. I don't want to bug him about it because I know he's busy. If it keeps up after this thing on Saturday though I'll mention it. Anyways I'm really glad and blessed to have Stephen in my life and the good still outweighs the bad. :]

Since this is a pretty long post I'll just end with one more thing on my brain tonight: work. Tonight was crazy!!! It was stressful and irritating too for several reasons:

1) I was working on bar with Michael tonight. He was using his beer tap and since it hasn't been used for several days, all the beer was super foamy. And so of course it went all over the floor. This is not Michael's fault at all, it happens all the time. I spilled ice all over the place. So there was melted ice and beer covering the floor. My work shoes are the shoes I bought my freshman year in high school...they're 4-5 years old and have HUGE holes in them. So as you may have guessed, my feet were soaked in cold water and beer all night. When I got home I took my shoes off and smelled my feet--a lovely combination of stinky feet due to wet shoes plus beer. In fact, so much beer soaked into my toes that I'm hoping I didn't break the Word of Wisdom! Haha.

2) After the huge rush ended, some guy came up to me and he said rather gruffly, "You shorted us a drink." He was kind of mad. Okay first of all accidents happen and we're more than happy to comply!! Second of all, he said he ordered 7 soft drinks and the most anyone ordered from me at a time was 4. I heard Michael say something about 7 drinks to one of his customers. So I knew the guy was wrong and that I had not shorted him but Michale had. Like I said, accidents happen and I wasn't mad at Michael at all. I was so mad at the guy though because he was being really rude and when I told him I didn't think I had served him, he said, "Yes you did! Well my dad and his friend!" EXACTLY!!!!!! So he wasn't even there to know which one of us gave them their drinks!!!! Whatever.

3) Tonight was Michael's first night scraping the ice out of the ice cream freezer. I've found that the first time you scrape usually takes the longest. Well of course once he started scraping, a million people came and started ordering ice cream from him so he had to put everything back and basically start all over again after like a half hour. I felt bad for him. Then when he had finished (after about another half hour) and had put everything back, he asked if it looked good. I checked it out and I'm not trying to be mean or anything, but it honestly looked like he hadn't scraped at all! I knew Tripper or Jack would have to have him redo it so I just pointed out where it looked like it needed more scraping (which was about the entire front half) then he had to take everything apart again and spent another half hour scraping. I really felt bad for him! But at the same time it was really stressful because I had to do ALL of the things on the closing list by myself. So it took me til about 9:40 to close. Again, not blaming Michael at all, I totally understand. The end.

Sorry this blog ended up being obnoxiously long. But this is my brain as of right now! Hope you enjoy! Good night!

Scattered

Okkaay. I told Linda that I would write a blog about my brain. And that I would include pictures. Well it's kind of late right now and I don't have all the pictures I need for the blog I have in mind so that will have to wait for a day or two. But it will come! :D

Also, I don't get why people can't just respect that there ARE people besides themselves who have opinions!!!!! (AKA No on prop 102 supporters...not all of them though). This will be included in my next blog. I can't get worked up about it tonight. That's already happened and I was shaking I was so mad!!!

Random sidenote: I have the wierdest bruise on my foot. It's on the top of my foot on the little bone thing that extends from my big toe to my ankle and it's kind of shaped like this: 0 Yes, with no bruise in the center. And it hurts! Don't know how it got there.

Also, Michelle texted me and told me that the giant party (a marching band!! :D) that came into work tonight left a tip big enough for everyone who was working to get 9 dollahs! Sweet! Tips just make me so glad! That's one thing I like about working on bar. Otherwise I like line better. Anyways.

I will close this blog with a new Chuck Norris joke I heard from my brother:

Chuck Norris can do a wheelie on a unicycle.

Good night!

Irritattiioonn.....

I AM TIRED!!!! I WANT TO GO TO BEEDDDD!!!!!!

So I am taking this ridiculous computer class. The reason I say it is ridiculous is because even though he's a nice guy, the teacher has NO CLUE what he's doing!!!!!!! I have that class Tuesday and Thursday. I also have English Tuesday and Thursday. WELL. This week on Tuesday when we all got to our computer class, everyone was like, "Oh no! There's a test Thursday!" (tomorrow...which is technically today.) And our teacher said, "The test is actually next week." The syllabus says it is this week but he kept saying that it's next week so we figured that he had just changed the schedule. That was a relief to me because my rough draft for my paper is due in English on Thursday. Today. Whatever. So that reduced a LOT of homework/study time...because when we have tests in the computer class there are actually 2 tests--one on whatever program we're learning about (this time is PowerPoint), and the other on 3 chapters from our book. So yeah I was super relieved.

So yesterday (as in Tuesday) I spent time on my Spanish homework (time being about 2 1/2 hours haha). Much to my dismay, when I got off work that night, I had a voicemail from none other than my computer teacher. "Hi Lisa, this is Ryan Bowles your computer teacher. I was just calling to let you know that there was some confusion and the test is actually THIS Thursday, NOT NEXT Thursday. So good luck and study hard! See you in class." WHAT THE HEEECCCKKK!!!!!!! So yeah as you might be able to guess, I have been BUSY with my English paper today. I just barely finished it and it's 1 o'clock in the morning. I worked on it virtually all afternoon (I had to work tonight). If I had known that the test really was this week, I could have studied for it more yesterday instead of so much Spanish!! I am SO MAD!!!!! I know it was a mistake but it is really not fair of my teacher to expect us to miraculously have enough time to study 100-some-odd pages of text AND review the usage of an entire program with one day's notice (although I do appreciate that he told us which topics to study in the book). So yeah. 1 AM and I'm about to start studying those 100-some-odd pages and wake up in a few hours for school. Maybe I'll just pull an all-nighter. I HATE all-nighters, they make me feel like poop.

Well I just needed to vent for a minute before I start on the abhorred abhorrance. Gahhh death. I really want to sleep. Maybe tomorrow. Fare thee well. Or not well.

Give-away!!

Check it out! THIS awesome site is giving away free handbags every hour! I'm going for the bag on hour 16...it's kinda crazy and I love it!!! What a random find! haha.
If you post about it on your blog/facebook/whatever you get extra entries. I'm kind of cheating though because by posting this on my blog I'm not sharing it with anyone haha. Oh well! 25 extra entries (I think)!!