Yup. Good Day

So. woke up at 3 thinking about the final--(about time). ...Okay. Good.
Got the courage to send a text message before the test....scary, good.
Got a message back, Wow, cheez'n, good.
Took the test--Okay, not so good.
Finished test, became a 3L! Now I don't care as long as I don't fail- good.
Had a beer, ate pizza, tried on ball gowns with girlfriends- stupid good
Cuddling with a novel, despite my lies on Facebook to do otherwise- smart good.
Being told by somebody you admire that you're their inspiration- Well, I cried a little. great.

It's day 1 of summer and its days until the end of the month... Let's see how much better it gets!
xoxo

Shake them dice and roll 'em....

Just in the nick of time....

After a weekend of NO concentration, my fear of failure kicked in at oh 3:30 am....
So I'm off to Copyrights for my last exam....

To show everyone that this is a shear gamble (because I truly fear I know nothing), but in true lawyer fashion, I'll act like I do: I give you my FINALS ANTHEM: "Go Girl" by Pitbull
(i.e. This is what I listen to while I walk to my exam...hope you enjoy)

FB status hype

So, as part of keeping engaged with my books, I've created various status messages that hype up my involvement with my books. Insinuating, a real relationship, my most recent msg references a boys tie as a part of my infidelity to my Copyrights exam.

Sadly, lol, the tie belongs to a friend who would have lost it. He was carrying heavy boxes, removed it as to no ruin it, and I offered to hold it for him. Inadvertently, said tie came home with me as I had placed it around my neck for safe keeping. I know. Booooooo. Boring.
I am NOT so cool as to manage a tryst in NYC in the midst of Finals. Well, I am, but I didn't.
So, there ya are. The story behind the status. Yes, sadly Copyrights still has my full attention. Now....AFTER Finals...I am hoping to be a dollar in debt, and actually Officially, out on a date--a hoody, jeans, and movie date, but a date. guess, we'll see.

Eh?

The pizza guy woke me up. Thus, I am on 3 hours and an additional oh... 35 minutes of sleep?

But the 2 slices of pizza on wheat crust may have made it worth it.

Leading me to yet another listing of

You know its finals when...

-sleep sounds more appealing than food.
-food, is anything but...
-you not only know what the cereal diet is, you're currently on it.
-you are a fan of all things brought to you, including but not limited to pizza, and whatever study partners pick up: such as fast food and other "snacks" that seem to actually make up the only thing you eat for 8 hours straight (yeah, I'm balancing "Tasty Cakes and V8???")
-study partners are your only contact with the world as you know it.
-the topic of "finals sex" is not only known, but discussed as something one should engage in
-"people you would consider having finals sex with" may turn into a sidebar that you note requires Facebook checking.
-you secretly check Facebook and feel guilty for it.
-you feel you're entitled to check Facebook as a reward.
-you reward yourself with Finals "breaks" like "eating" or "sleeping"
-you are not only only annoyed by others discussing their lack of sleep, you feel compelled to compete with them with statements such as (well, see above).
-you leave your laundry in the laundry room for 2 days, because yes, you forgot
-caffeine has not only become a "perk" it has become a way of life.
-on the way to starbucks, the guy checking you out and trying to make small talk while you wait for your next fix, doesn't repulse you, because you're in sweats, and are reading your outline.
-you relish the fact that you're in finals and Sorry, No, he can not call.
-No one can call. (they fear waking you)
--your parents will not call you, but they send every form of encouragement possible via text, email, or [if brave] leave excessive encouraging voicemail when they know your phone is off.
--
-You start turning your phone off.
-you give your friends your blog address, because its easier to update this then write emails.
-you want to write because you are excited to be done with ONE final, but you won't call your friends for fear you'll wake or disturb them.
--Finally, you are excited that the Hard final that's over makes the others seem like cake in comparison while studying...
--Yes, you have become so sleep deprived, you think you understand the material you haven't comprehended or at least cared about enough all semester, based on the 8 hours you have finally decided to dedicate to the subject matter.

Hmmmm. Maybe it's just me. But I'm guessing, I'm not alone.

Now...back to hour nine....

What can't this phone do?

In addition to blogging, I can now order the perfect pizza from my phone without having to talk to anyone! Mobile technology. I am impressed. Now, if only I could cut and paste.

Finals Update: Tax-Done. 3 down, 3 to go
Been up since 1, so I'm gonna nap for 2...Waking just in time for pizza. Yummy.

The Universe Giveth, Taketh Away, and Giveth some more...

FIRST...Good luck to anyone taking finals, as today I know is Sales, and Investment Management. [I'm deaf, but when I hear, I do pay attention ;)] -My first final; tommorow.
(a derrivative of an email I wrote that summed it up)....

So, its 4:36 am and I'm up. My body WOKE me up. BLAH!...

Here's me:
1) I'm going to Staples at 8am to get my Infamous Outline Books bound, but will obviously be back probably before normal people wake up, so....
2) that leaves Kitten who was gonna come over and eat lunch at my place, WHICH!....
3) If [you and] I plan right [my Tax study partner] will come by at the same time, so that we could all have lunch at the same time, and God love her, I can kick Kitten out so I can study. :)

---
As to the Universe,
So...I was at Office Depot, 2 days ago-Yes, it's finals, I go to office supply stores Like EVERY DAY.
-I needed Clear Lables to TAB- Now I don't know if you know, but those clear lables cost like 25 bucks for like 30 Sheets. SUCKS. -So, being out, I run to Office Depot down the street, (really willing to pay whatever needed) and I check the clearance section. Lo-and behold, I find a pack.
I go up to counter, and am like, how much for the mangled pack that has 1 sheet of labels.
Her response, "1 sheet? Sweetie, take it"
-I was like, "Score."
--
Yesterday, after a very wet and sweet walk to main campus,
I had picked up a Mc. Donald's sweet tea, which I had been craving for like a week. Yeah, I get to where I'm going, leave, have had like 2 sips. when I decide to hop on Metro train.
-My luck, the Transit police lady makes me throw my still full sweet tea in the trash. Womp-womp.
--
Not two hours later, after I finish picking up (ha-ha) dividers and the medicine that pulled me away from studies, the bus I catch to take me directly home has its charging machine busted. So, free $1.30 ride home.

Little things make me so happy.

Amazing what the cards can reveal ;)



I broke the deck out today. Asked an impartial girl friend to do the layout for me so I didn't skew the reading....The question I asked the Universe? Well....funny thing, a song I kept as my secret anthem for a while just really summarized the whole experience. Now. I can't get the song or its meaning out of my head.
So, here's an old song. Enjoy.
BTW, Go ahead and hit the link to get the full effect:
http://www.garageband.com/mp3player?|pe1|S8LTM0LdsaSnZle-Zg

Seth Horan, BMI © 1998

Tried not to get too sentimental;
not to be too instrumental in her life.
My attention rarely wanders and I’m
not too keen on squandering my time.

I can’t see the point in distance so I’m
throwing up resistance but I’m losing the fight…
Now it would seem I’ve got a problem, ‘cause
I’ve always got her pictu
re on my mind…

Crazy maybe, but it’s almost like she knows it’s her…
I’m petrified that she could leave my life, so
I don’t say a word.

I call myself a skeptic even though my mind’s not narrow,
but I’ll put on my poker-face every time I see her dealing Tarot.

Fight; fighting impossible attraction…
I just won’t face any facts and keep her picture out of sight.

Hate; hate how helplessly I’m falling;
I’m deliberately not calling but
it doesn’t make it right.

Fine. I finally made some time to see her;
maybe now I’ll have to free myself or leave this all behind.

Fright. Frightened when we’re all alone and she pulls out
that deck and I’ve no place to hide…

Crazy maybe, but it’s almost like she knows it’s her…
I’m petrified that she could leave my life, so
I don’t say a word.

I call myself a skeptic even though my mind’s not narrow,
but I’ll put on my poker-face every time I see her dealing Tarot....

Pictures forming patterns;
I’ve got to finish what I start.
Her face is changing every time she turns another card…

Pictures forming patterns;
Now here’s where this gets hard:
Her face is changing now ‘cause she can see inside my heart…

Crazy maybe, but it’s almost like she knows it’s her…
Petrified that she can read my mind, so
I don’t say a word.

I call myself a skeptic even though my mind’s not narrow,
but I put on my poker-face every time I see her dealing
Tarot.


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