Three and a half more days! One more final! Have to move out! Then getting married!!! Gersh. I just want to skip the next three days and skip to Saturday. IS THAT SO WRONG?! IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR!?!!??!!? To help you decide, please watch the following:


Well, I thought it was funny.

Oh yeah. Still don't have the car yet. Feel free to pray or at least cross your fingers!!!

Five days...

Gosh, I can't believe I'm getting married in less than a week! And I still have to worry about school. Although that's probably a good thing because it'll keep me out of trouble... Which sucks. Sigh. Five days. And four finals. Why am I going to school again? Can't... seem... to... remember...
I just hope I don't forget anything. And don't get sick! I feel like I've been coming down with something for about a week now. Running a mile and a half in the freezing cold and going to bed late doesn't help either. Gosh. I always get sick around Christmas time. Usually it's just with a cold, but I've had the flu with a BAD fever on Christmas day, too. This one time we had Danish relatives over, and I was so sick I ended up taking a hot bath (nearly passed out), and then I fell asleep in my bed with my towel still on, and a full plate of food just inches away. I still need to do better about drying my hair, especially when I'm not feeling well. Soaking wet today!!
I'll be taking two finals today, then one tomorrow and one on Thursday. And then good times on Friday and my wedding *GASP* on Saturday! That's the best way I can think to celebrate the end of another semester. We had a wedding shower on Saturday which was a lot of fun. Since it was for both Shawn and me, and with just his family, the dodgy presents were kept to a minimum (the only suggestive gifts we got were breath mints and a room freshener!), which was good. We got a lot of cookware and Christmas decorations. Hopefully we'll get to use them this year! Can't wait to get married. Hopefully this week will go by fast.

the cheek the CHEEK

So I'm not sure WHO is was, but someone put a sign up over the dishes asking very saccharine-sweetly for people to do their dishes immediately. EXCUSE ME?! I'm one of the few that consistently cleans up after OTHER people, excuse me very much if every now and then I let a few dishes build up. And it said something cheeky like "I hope that's not too difficult" or something along those lines. I told them last night (with their respective boy toys over) to please keep it way way down because I hadn't been feeling well lately (anxiety attacks and vomiting--kind of an understatement). They wouldn't even look at me while I asked them that. I felt like their mom. Two more weeks. Since they felt the need to put up a sign over something I'm just fine at thank you very much (only Meridith has the excuse to put something like that up about the dishes--Natalie's probably the worst, and Krista always whines that she always immediately does her dishes so she won't have to do anyone else's, too. Meridith is usually good about doing other people's dishes although I often find that she leaves pots and pans on the stove. Blech. I'm starting to feel the urge to put my own sign up, too. It'll look something like:


I know I'm overreacting a little bit, which is why this is on my blog, not on a wall at home. But when I don't get enough sleep I take EVERYTHING the wrong way and EVERYTHING sets me off on a rampage. Sorry Shawn. My chest hurts.
Two more weeks. Sigh.

My Auntie is a Zombie From Hell

I never tire of that line. Oh "Not Without My Handbag," how did I exist before thee? Anyway, my sister had her baby last week!!! Cohen Leif Cordell. Which makes me... AN AUNT! For the first time!!! Ever!!!! Here's a picture of my nephew (weeeeeird!!!!!!!)
Stacey ended up getting a C-section because of complications (Cohen didn't want to leave--apparently when they were pulling him out during the Caesarian he kept burrowing down into Stacey's tummy). Isn't he SOOO cute!??! That baby is less than a week old, and look how beautiful he is! And apparently he's got dark hair already. As you all probably know, I was sentenced to bonnets and hats until I was three because I was so bald. Itrysohard! Which is something I will probably pass on to my kids since Shawn as a baby was pretty similar. Minus the bonnets, of course :o)

Who Needs Sleep? Well, You're Never Gonna Get It!

Last night was the first time in a LONG WHILE that I didn't have to try to go to sleep with ear plugs. Thankfully only one of my roommates was home at the time, and she was quietly making out with her boyfriend on the couch. THANK YOU EILATAN! I was still only able to manage about seven hours of sleep, going to bed a little before midnight and getting up at 7:10 am. Well, my alarm is set for 6:40, but I snooze it every five minutes until my brain works enough to be able to do more than press a button. Anyway, the night before last my roommates and their friends kept me up until at least midnight, (AVEC ear plugs mind you, and a pillow folded tightly around my head) AND THEN they woke me up at three! And yeah, of course I couldn't get back to sleep until around 6:00 (remember what time I have to wake up every weekday?). This is like the third or fourth time within the past MONTH that they've woken me up. It's a nightly event that I can't get to sleep because of them. And the thing is, they're really NOT that loud most of the time. They talk in their normal voices (which I still maintain is inappropriate after 10:30, ESPECIALLY IF PEOPLE ARE OBVIOUSLY TRYING TO GET TO SLEEP), sing, laugh, play music, watch movies... The walls are paper thin. And as much as I care about them, no I don't give a flying fig about ANYTHING they have to say if it's past my bed time. I need about eight and a half hours of sleep a night to feel at all functional. And so I don't fall asleep in class. The night before THAT I took some medication to try to help me sleep, only to throw up the next morning, and have to stay home from work and school. Because I can afford THAT. I had to take anxiety medicine yesterday (lack of sleep does wonders for anxiety) which I hadn't had to take in at least a couple of weeks. So yeah. I KNOW I need to talk to them, even though I only have to live in that stupid apartment for 17 more days. SEVENTEEN MORE DAYS!!! But this is me. Queen of the non-confrontational passive-aggressives. I have talked to them before about keeping it down, but they seem to think it applies to THAT night and THAT night only. And I feel dumb telling them to shut the effer up every night, especially in front of their friends. It's not very friendly coming in, saying hi as I pass by them to dump my stuff, and then to come back out and tell them to be quiet, and then go to bed. But by the time I get home, I'm shattered, and the last thing I want to do is listen to a bunch of 18-20 year olds chat and giggle. Was that snotty? Probably. They're really sweet. And they are fun to talk to. I really like them all a lot. Just not from 10:00pm-8:00am. I hate wearing ear plugs.
I'll talk to them. Really. I will.