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.

Anyone who knows me very well knows I’m not great with money.  I’m not horrible, but I do buy a lot of stupid stuff.  And today I either bought one of the coolest things possible, or one of the stupidest things I possibly could have.  It’s a suit pattern.  Yeah, not a full out suit, but the pattern.  If any of you guys even know what that is.  According to my little analytics tool thing’s estimates, if you’re reading this, chances are you’re living in Utah, so you might, but the fact that you’re also likely 18-24 kinda throws that off a little bit.  Anyways, it’s basically an outline of each piece of the cloth for the suit that has been printed on tissue paper and then you go and make the suit yourself.  Why did I buy it?  No idea.  I was looking at vintage clothing and wanted an older style suit.  And my brother lost the pants from my 40s three piece suit, so I wanted something new.

I’ve been told this is a crazy idea though.  My mom said it’s practically impossible and is definitely not worth it.  Apparently my grandma has only made one suit in her life and she said she’d pay $400 before she’d make one because it’s so hard and she’s extremely frugal and a pretty great seamstress.  Not exactly what I was hoping to hear, but surprisingly, now I just want to make it even more.  If I gave up when things seemed really hard, I wouldn’t be an Eagle Scout(planning and carrying out a project and then writing the full report in only two months has to be some kind of scout record), I probably wouldn’t be in college now (Those application essays were a pain in the butt), and I would be failing organ this semester, but as a matter of fact, I passed off enough stuff today to bring my grade up from an F to a B, and I’m still aiming for an A because I have one more day of class to get stuff done.  Hard doesn’t phase me.  I think being able to say I made my own suit will be well worth it.  Plus the experience would be pretty sweet to have.  I’ve always wished I could sew better.  Plus if I did this I could say I’m a better tailor than my mom haha.  Although I’d never tell her that.  Anyways, if any of you guys have any sewing tips that could possibly help, let me know.  I have a lot to learn haha.  Oh, and if you see any sweet cloth that would look good with that pattern let me know too haha.  And I say haha a lot.  Just so you know.  I really am laughing inside.

Well in addition to this crazy new piece of my life, I declared myself as a Visual Arts minor today.  No, not major.  I’m not that radical.  But I’ve wanted to take some art classes since I got here, and this is the only way I can do that.  A little bit annoying because you’d think they’d let anyone who’s paying tuition take the classes, but no, you’re required to be either a Visual Arts major or minor.  Either way, I’m thinking this could be pretty fun.  Unfortunately I have to take some intro classes first and I think I have the wrong attitude about those, but I can’t wait until I reach the higher levels.  So yeah.  Just figured I’d let you guys know I’m about to become the best minor artist of all time haha.

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!