Well it’s that time of the year...

• I begin to wonder just when I will fly to the island of my birth


• Career services gets worked in motions (A new addition this year but will prolly happen again)


• Notes start getting traded at a feverish pitch


• And my body fails me: Last night I slept for 8 STRAIGHT hours…for those who don’t know me that might not seem that impressive, but those who know will be shocked. This is the first time in over a year that I have been able to sleep for 8 hours straight…even on sleeping pills I usually wake up at 2-3 hour intervals, which I am sure would be hell on a sleeping partner if I had one…(allow me a moment to lament the sorry state of my life, 1,2,3…damn) I should be with you, why girl why? Oh wait I digress, plus none of you will know who that is for etc or if it’s for you, hell I don’t even know who it is for…I need to steady the ship that is my life. So I fell asleep and slept almost comatose for 8 hours I didn’t even dream which for me is unusual cause damn I have freaky dreams every night (not freaky like – I am having sex with one girl and then her sister jumps in to join us and jiggle body parts and right at the moment of the roller coaster cresting the hill her mom jumps in with the video camera crew to surprise the daughter that she made it on ‘pimp my ride’ and I roll over and make the mistake of saying to the sisters “Damn your mom is fine” but it all works out because it’s a dream so the mom joins us and MTV keeps filming because my stroke is so good that I look like a porn star in the video and it makes me famous because at the crucial moment just before climax I grab hold of the mom and 2 daughters (it’s a dream you can hold multiple peeps with 2 hands) and scream “Come on, feel it, feel it” and ‘Good Vibrations’ plays out as we all lay back in the cut with satisfied looks on our faces – not freaky like that) about cars and stuff. I slept well because my new pharmaceutical of choice promotes wakefulness in the day time so I was active for so long almost 40 hours that my body finally said “It’s time to sleep”


• The library begins to become packed


• The smells in the LRC begin to intensify, seriously peeps just cause you are studying is no excuse to abandon personal hygiene


• I stop working out and let the beer belly completely win for a couple weeks


• X…becomes scary to approach in person


• The muscles on my back begin to tighten because of exam stress (oh and believe me there are muscles there, it just looks like there are none)


• WHY THE HELL IS CONGRESS TRYING TO GET INVOLVED WITH THE BCS?


• GO HORNS GO! I am sorry for Colorado tomorrow…