this is a medical emergency.

Attention. Attention please. in a startling epidemic a new disease has began to spread to vast quantites of young adults. (usually in the 18-25 year range.) some have even likened it to a new form of black plague.

This disease is called college. C-O-L-L-E-G-E.

The symptoms of College are:

• brain numbness
• oozing brain traces coming out of ears and nose
• extreme pain in the brainal region
• inability to get normal amounts of sleep. or food.
• complete lack of focus on anything

If you or anyone you know have the symptoms of college i advise you get to a care facitlity immediately. (and by care facility i of course mean any place where you are not asked to think.)

RIP Moby Chubs.

Saturday I had an adventure.

for my bio 100 class we have to do 8 hours of service learning. 8.

there was an opportunity to get all 8 hours in one big field project.

so Saturday morning i got up at 5 freaking a.m. and with a group of 9 other students that i do not know (correction: didn't know) drove for 2 and a half hours to Yellow Creek in Wyoming.

while there we shocked fish, caught them, knocked them out, measured them, marked them, and sent them back to their homey creek. we did this until 6 at night.

the biggest fish was somewhere around 10 cm. big boy eh? sadly this fish died in the process of marking. we kept him. and named him Moby Chubs. he was big, he was a chub (type of fish which he technically wasn't) hence the name.

The importance of this experience and the wisdom i gleaned?

fish can actually be cute. and i can now tell the difference by just looking at them between a red-side shinner, a leather side shinner, a speckled dace, and a mountain sucker. life changing knowledge.

i look SEXY in chest waders. i shall wear them on every first date. chastity suit right there.

in a class where i knew no one, i now have five or more friends who i spent a whole day laughing and joking with.

wyoming can cause sunburns.

schoolio

tomorrow is the first day of school.

i've been going to school since i was 5. i've had quite a few first days. but i still feel the same as i did at 5.

nervous.

excited.

my outfit is all picked out.

nothing really ever changes.

because, i love it.

what do i love you ask? (oh yes, this title actually does lead into my post. amazing.)

i love driving in the dark. alone. cause i do it a special way. cause i'm special. like stop eating the paste special.

when it is dark, and warm, like it is these nights i roll down my windows. due to my lack of AC this isn't just for fun.

i blast my music. loud and proud. and annoying but ya know.

then i proceed to sing at the top of my lungs like i'm in a music video.

you know what i mean. you sing, but you make faces and act it out. like your cool or something.

it makes me happy and relieves my stress of the day. so if you by chance see a purple dodge stratus, wyoming plates, with a crazy singing driver, feel free to give me a honk.

tums

facebook gives me heartburn.

"i have amnesia but before that we were in love." or "our feet are dating but the rest of us isn't speaking" are two of the very few reasons i think it is ok to put "it's complicated" as your relationship status.

i often feel it is a popularity battle. this is probably only because i am losing.

i hate being "friends" with people i dislike, haven't talked to forever, or pretty much just don't know. but i'm bad at ignoring them.

millions of "!!!" and ":) (: :D" cause me to vomit.

people will, and often do, post anything as their status. there are somethings you should keep to yourself, and others you probably should never consider.

and trust me, that is not all.

waldo

i'm one of those annoying people that for some reason feels a burning need to constantly stand out. to be an original. you know the people. maybe you are one. you think every morning as you get dressed, "does anyone i know wear an outfit like this?" and change a million times accordingly.

well this morning, as i was putting way too much thought into the originality of my outside, i had a thought.

why in the blazes do i try so hard to be an original? the mere fact that i am an individual means i am original. God made me that way. so no matter what, i am different.

that thought of course doesn't necessarily mean i will try less hard, it was just a really good thought.

i'm on to you.

either ben or jerry is actually a woman. it has to be so. no man would know the exact recipe to make a girl feel like her ice cream binge was completely vindicated.