Looking on the bright side...

Have you ever had one of those days when you bundle up in preparation for freakishly cold weather, pack your backpack for a day full of toil and drudgery, shuffle reluctantly out the door, stick your headphones in your ears and your hands emphatically in your pockets, glance up at a brilliant sunrise...and keep staring as a ridiculously enthusiastic grin slowly spreads across your face...and you realize that, somehow, something amazing is going to happen today?

Pet Shop Boys=LOVE

This week's post is going to be jam-packed with extra awesomeness.  An intriguing subject was brought to my attention this morning by one of my dear friends.

"You begin to get weak in the knees...."

I'll get to my point in a little bit, so bear with me while I go off on a tangent--

What is up with twitter?  Could there possibly be a more pointless website?  It's like a facebook status without all the other fun things that come with a facebook account!  Really, why would you want to log on to a website every five minutes just to inform the world (or rather, your 3 followers) of your every move?  I must admit--I'm a facebook junkie.  Why would you go to a site to do one thing when you could do the same thing and tons more on another site?

However, I have found one good reason to have a twitter account.  That reason is that Owl City likes to give away free songs for twitter updates, and I am more than happy with the trade.  I don't even have any followers, anyway.  Ha.

Almost done...

My head is hurting like nobody's business today.  I just took one final (95%!!!) and I have two more today.  It's a good thing I'll be done after that, or my brain would most likely explode.  After I'm done, I have one more final project to finish and a bunch of books to sell.  Might I mention right here that amazon.com is the BEST place in the entire universe to sell back textbooks?  I must have checked out ten different sites the other day, and Amazon beat them all by a landslide.  But I still have to check out the school bookstore and this trailer across the street from the library to make sure I get as much as I can for these books.

Push the lever, stupid computer rat!

For the past two days (and I highly doubt this is letting up soon), my brain has been dying at a speed that is alarmingly beyond my control.  Last week I was running and screaming from college and homework and anything of that kind, but now I've accepted my fate.  I have nine papers (NOT an exaggeration) and a powerpoint presentation to get done this week.  I also have to spend about four hours training a virtual rat.  Yes, you read that right.

My Way

The heavy stone door is slowly but surely sliding down on the deadline for final projects this semester.  I'm really hoping I'll be able to pull off a dramatically miraculous escape from the evil clutches of college just before the door hits the ground...and possibly even have a split second to go back for my hat.  On second thought, no way could I be that lucky---good thing I don't wear hats.

A Holly Jolly Christmas?

Today was technically the first day of Thanksgiving vacation.  Snow College cancelled all their classes yesterday and kicked us all out on our rear ends for the week to avoid the storm.  The HUGE storm that was supposed to be the worst storm in twenty years or something in that degree of astronomical-ness.  And what happened when the storm showed up an hour after it was supposed to?  A big angry burst of wind spat about one inch of snow at northern Utah for thirty minutes and then...died.  Epic.

LOOK OUT HONEY, THERE'S A COLLEGE STUDENT IN THE ROAD!!!

So in psychology in the media today we finished watching Equilibrium and turned in our hurriedly scribbled lists of social commentary that we saw in it.

Will It Blend? SCPD Edition

Don't you love those days when walking through a bunch of dead leaves feels so good that you inevitably show up late to everything?  So do I.

Today isn't one of those days.

College Late Nights and the Typing Problems Thereof

My headphones are plugged in and my fingers keep slipping and (I think) purposely missing the keys they're supposed to hit in the hopes of destroying my credibility with my anthropology professor.  But luckily I'm unnaturally focused on my screen and nothing is escaping my notice.  Also, my writing music on slacker.com is helping.