Coffee Fairy

Tuesday i spent the greater half of the day and on into the night writing. Monday too, but Tuesday is what drained me. My final test and 10 page paper were due on Wednesday morning and i was scrambling to get the finishing touches on my paper. Grr. I stayed up until 5 am Wednesday morning and got up at 6:20am. I dreamed of literature and woke up with Joanna Newsom's song inflammatory writ stuck in my head. i kid you not. Took the test, the essay part was brutal. I think i did terrible. One hour of sleep will do things like that to you. However, teacher gave us a grace period to turn in our papers -- 5pm Thursday. THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU! It made life look a little brighter. At one point while i was taking that exam and scribbling away on paper i realized that i had more or less been continuously writing for the past 12 hours. People, that is not cool. My brain has reached its limit i'm afraid. hoorah?

I have a Dr. for a sister now. She's so cool. Graduation was yesterday afternoon and it was far from boring but definitely long. 73 new Dr.'s. The storm blowing through took out the power on campus and all over S-ville. Made for a weird experience, especially the reception since it was at the V-school. c-r-e-e-p-y. Chats with Mr. G about missions and working with kids. Caught me off guard some. J.H. Ranch.

Youth Church practice at La's and Rudy's. Utilizing the daylight. Pro. Hunger pains were attacking the majority of the crew. Plan of action was put into play. Grilled the foodsen and ate by candle light. The stars....oh the stars were beautiful. Won't get that kind of a view in the middle of town ever again. G.C. goes home to where there is power. 2 papers left to finish. Sorrows. Little sis spent the night, she was sort of stranded.

And now that i have been successful at procrastinating.... i guess i'll get to work on finishing that horrid paper. yikes! wish me luck and stuff...or the abundance of creative juices.

Where is my coffee fairy when i need her?

~me

"I Shot The Sheriff, But I Did Not Shoot The Deputy...."

Wake up.
Get coffee.
Head to school.
Sit through 3 classes.
Eat lunch at the parent's house.
Head back to my place.
Listen to fun musics.
Get pulled over.
Get a ticket.
Arrive home.
Laugh.

Two words: speed trap. At least the police officer was a pleasant man. He wasn't gruff like some can be. We had a lovely little conversation and then he told me to "slow it down and have a good night" even tho it was 3 o'clock in the afternoon. I told him to do the same...then realized that is his job to say that, not mine, or at least not to him. It's automatic response though. True fact. Well, you live and you learn and sometimes, if necessary, you repeat and learn again. Ticket #2, lesson #whoknows.

Weekend equaled lovely. Grill-out at my place, friends, laughter, booze--wait what!, and apples to apples. Apparently I suck at that game. It's sad when the only card you get is out of sympathy and reads "complicated." I am so special. Also, the boys in our group have a mean appetite...holy smokes. Can we have grill-outs like that more often, yes please? <3

Oh also, my boyfriend got me flowers and they are so lovely. YAY.


I had a giant to-do list for this afternoon, but my ambition and motivation for doing it got swiped after getting that ticket. ha Eh, it can wait till tonight...

~ME