peeves.

you guys.

slews of wonderful men exist on the planet.
1 of which is my husband, 2 of which are my dads, and 6 of which are my brothers. among many others. obviously.



however.

slews of not so wonderful men also exist on the same planet.



and these slews of men inherently include the park-stalkers that steal parking places and back into you in the south-of-campus parking lots that are always always full.


i was a park-stalker today.

[park-stalker: n a person desiring a parking spot in a lot that is entirely full, who consequently looks for car-owning pedestrians and upon finding one, will follow them creepily with their vehicle to the stall that owner and vehicle will briefly leave.]

so i'm perched at the prime park stalking place, right at the base of the stairs, and the ped-entry to the parking-lot. primo. when there's no parking places, co-eds fight for that baby. and i had it.


WELL.

mr. honda civic forest green thinks that he is more worthy of such a lookout point.
so, upon entering the parking lot and realizing that I [me, hello, right here] am already in the prime pouncing position, he proceeds to line his vehicle up in front of me and then, once perfectly aligned, he starts to BACK UP.

um, excuse me mr. honda civic? seriously?


i'm stubborn. and no male with an over-dosage of testosterone is going to make me back out of my primo spot. especially male with and over-dose of testosterone driving honda civic and arriving late to the parking lot. please.

okay, mr. civic. back up into my car with all of your manliness. then you and your manliness can pay for the damages to my car. and your insurance premium can go up.

i almost stayed there.




making the 23452 mile walk from the marriot center, i contemplated this child's behavior.




byu needs more parking spaces.

Oh, posh.

MY HEAD HURTS.
I really think I concussed the other day.
You remember--
When I ran into the wall while laser tagging?
Uh huh.


Also, my Italian has SUCKED lately.
I don't know what's up, but I just can't freaking communicate anymore.
Actually, I'm having troubles doing most things right now.
My memory is failing me; all my body wants to do is sleep and hurt; I can't find enough time in a single day to finish all of my tasks...

This could be the result of one of two things:
1. I have become elderly.
Or 2. Finals are rapidly approaching.

I would prefer that neither of these two things be the culprit.

BLAH BLAH BLAH.


Another plug: I can't wait for THANKSGIVING

Three reasons I cannot possibly wait:
1. Dad's pumpkin pie. Best pumpkin pie, hands down.
2. Santa's Grand Event will be on black Friday-- and the sooner Thanksgiving is here, the sooner that blasted event will be over. My stress level will decrease significantly.
3. SLEEP/Pickup soccer games/board games into the night/Christmas music/Christmas shopping/Family/Left-over turkey sandwiches/Christmas lights/Did I mention sleep?


I want to write a letter

to all those who I've held back words.

I want to be completely honest

with all my nouns and verbs.



Really, though.

Why don't I?

I'll tell you.

Because I'm scared.
Because it's not proper.
Because it would do no good.
Except, perhaps, in making me feel better.


And THAT, my friends, is not enough.



My mind is so ridiculously fried. Really. Today, I have to write an issues paper. It has to be 10 pages, and intelligible. This is going to a difficult task, as I can't even write an intelligible, couple paragraphs for my extremely unimportant BLOG.

Such is life.


Oh gosh, I sound so angry at the world.
I'll end with this:


I love life. (Really, I do. Believe me. I LOVE IT I TELL YOU.)


Great. Now the girl sitting next to me in the lab thinks I have an overactive saliva gland.

Anyway.

I'm going to go.
I really hope no one read the entirety of this.
(Clearly.)