Anyone excited?  Like completely excited?  Cause I’m excited.  But only partially excited.  Like that excitement that you get when your stepdad who molests you finally gets put in prison.  You’re all happy because he’s been molesting you for years, but at the same time you’re really sad because he’s the closest thing you have to a real father because your real father died two years before you were born(Yes, I know what I just said.  It was a joke.  I’m not stupid.).  I don’t really know what that feels like, but I’ve seen it on TV, so I feel like I have a pretty good idea.

I think the thing I like the least about finals though is my mental state.  It’s not really any different, but I feel like it should be.  Just look at my bed.  I’ve been too lazy to put my clothes in my laundry bag thing and I’ve let it become a mess.  Normally that thing’s sparkling clean, just like Mr. Clean’s bald head, but all my clothes are all over the floor and my trashcan is overflowing and it looks like trash.  Although I suppose the trashcan normally looks like trash.  Oh and my desk.  It looks like trash too.  But I’m too lazy to clean it off.  And to be honest, I’m really not that nervous about finals.  Except statistics.  I hate statistics.  But I feel pretty solid about everything else.

I’m definitely not saying stress is always a bad thing though.  Cause sometimes it keeps people from looking like douchebags.  Like this guy to the right.  Douchebag of the week.  This hottie was laying outside of Derek’s window for nearly four hours yesterday.  Now I’m not much for sunbathing, as can be attested to by my beautiful Edward Cullen-like pale-to-the-point-of-vampirically-shiny skin, but I can kind of understand those guys who sunbathe with the ladies and whatnot.  But this dude was just laying outside on his beach towel eating an apple.  No girls anywhere near.  Right outside our windows so all the guys could be jealous of his beautiful even tan.  Yeah whatever.  I don’t care how tan he is, he’s got nothing on me.

Anyways, I probably ought to go study now, I just felt like writing something.  Peace out gangstas.

I don’t really wanna start some motivational blog or whatever, but I got motivated today, so I’m gonna share my motivation to motivate all of you and get you motivated to motivate others about motivation.  This should just be a one time thing though.  If you’re not into positive messages, I promise, you can just skip this one and come back later.  Cause positivity gets old after a while.  So yeah.

Yesterday John Lennon came to our school.  Er Jim Lovell.  Whatever.  Same initials.  I probably should have written this yesterday but I’ve got a lot going on.  So I’m writing it today.  But yeah.  He said this thing that really got me thinking: "There’s three kinds of people: people who make things happen, people who watch things happen, and people who just sit there and say ‘What just happened?’"  So yeah.  I could have just put that on the quotes page, but I’d feel weird doing that where I don’t know him personally.  Don’t want to get sued for intellectual property infringement or some crap.  So yeah.  Go out and make things happen!  Say yes to everything!  There’s no such thing as no!  Live your life!  Carpe diem!  Ok, I’m done now.  Hasta luego.

To celebrate I wore my green OYE shirt and made mixed drinks.  Mormon style.  Yeeeuh.

Oh and I got a job today too.  Great success.  $12/hr is quite enjoyable.  Skilled labour for the win.

  Tonight was really cool.  I made a new friend.  Sort of.  Technically.  I guess.  It’s Facebook Official so it counts right?

I dunno.  I helped this dude jumpstart his car and we were kind of talking and he was like what’s up with girls at BYU?  All they want to do is make out.  I thought girls were supposed to be the ones who want relationships.  We’re supposed to be going on missions and they just want to get in trouble.  I laughed.  A lot.  Wow.

So now what?  I don’t know.  A couple months ago I might have smiled and nodded and not really agreed.  Cause that’s what I do.  Smile and nod.  But I laughed.  Seriously though.  Now what?

Society is backwardsing itself.  Dudes and chicks are reversing roles.  Yeah, now I sound retarded and I like to believe I’m not some femmie(how the cuss do you spell that?) dude but seriously.  He’s right, and he really shouldn’t be.

In keeping with the theme of this blog (not really a theme, just the fact that the title is in poorly written Spanish, and that I enjoy casual Tourette’s style outbursts of Spanish), I have titled this post in Espanol, except there is no accent on the second e, just like there’s no ~ over the n in Espanol.  Cause I don’t have a Spanish keyboard and I’m too lazy to open up the symbol thing so I could copy and paste it.

Anyways.  Tests.  That’s what that means.  Literally I think it’s examinations, but according to my spanish teachers, that’s what they say in place of test.  So yeah.  Tests.  I have three this week.  And I hate them.  And they suck.  And college is stupid.  Well, no, I enjoy having more free time, and I enjoy some of my classes a bit, just not the tests.  Cause they’re a lot harder.  Although Brother Marsh was pretty cool and is letting me take the Mission Prep test tomorrow for full credit.  Pretty sweet.  I think I’m going to bake him cookies now haha.  But I still have Book of Mormon and Statistics to take tests for.

I swear it’s all psychological though.  Everyone that’s taken this Statistics test that I’ve talked to said it’s easier than the first one.  And they did better than the first one.  But I’m a lot more afraid.  The first one, I was able to do the practice test no sweat.  This one, I’m trippin on the first question.  It’s ridikalous.  And I don’t say ridikalous much so that makes it special.  Ok, I take that back, I say ridikalous quite a bit.  But still.

In other words, I’m scared.  I hate tests.  I want to get them over with so I can have a chill weekend.  Seriously.  After this I have like nothing.  Schwing!