Almost there...

This is the part of the school year that I love and don't love the most. I am done, but I'm not done. There's no more class, but there is still some hope for my grades. It is the best of times, it is the worst of times.

It almost seems like this is the best time for a revolution. But seeing as I only have one final left to take, I might as well save myself all the extra effort of revolution-izing and just spend another couple hours in the testing center. Then I'll be able to take all the lazy afternoon naps in the sun on the grass that I want.

Unless it snows again. Utah is so unpredictable. If it were a girl, I would never get along with this state. I need constancy.

On that note, I should go to bed. And dream of the end of my last final.

In these hard economic times...

....we sometimes need to use a little Yankee ingenuity when it comes to managing our bills and so on.

I was sent this document by a friend about a month or two ago. I highly enjoyed reading it, I hope you do too.

can I have my spider back...?

We all need a good laugh every now and then!

Hooray!

Happy last day of school, everyone! I get my last project graded this afternoon at five pm. I am so ready to be done.

Then I have just four quick, painful finals, and I'll be ready for another summer of work! Maybe I can actually start making enough money to start saving it, now...

April fools!

What a great joke....

http://provocola.com/

I also had someone write "Pirates of the Caribean" on my car with red soap or something like that. Yes, they did spell Caribbean incorrectly. I need to get a date so I can wash it.

Oh, I also took a nap right before dinner group. This gave my dinner group the opportunity to switch out our dinner schedule with a fake one that said I was supposed to cook tonight. They all showed up to my apartment, and I was super confused. My favorite part was when I went over to Amy's* apartment to double check, because I could've sworn that I wasn't supposed to cook and she was. Of course I didn't catch on, being half awake anyway. So when I showed up at Amy's place and asked Chantelle if I was cooking for real, she said something like "I dunno, I just follow Amy," and then Amy headed over to my apartment. I should've noticed Amy pulling her casserole out of the oven right then...

So to make a long story short, I am told that I had the saddest face that people have seen in a while. Kelly said that she had some jelly and bread she had just gotten at the store the other day, and they were scrounging through my cupboard looking for food, and they pulled out the huge jar of peanut butter that I had. Quote of the day by me: "For three seconds or so I thought it was some sort of horrible April Fools' joke." (imagine the most disheartened face you've seen for a boy that just got shot down a couple days before already).

*names have not been changed to protect the people involved...