Exam week makes me crazy

Thinking that I had an exam at nine this morning, I beat the sun to the library so I could brush up on a few things. Tori and I studied for a bit and went to class believing that we were a few minutes late for our exam (thus explaining why we passed no one in the hall). A dark and empty classroom revealed to us that out exam won't take place until 2 in the afternoon (my planner clearly states "Stat exam: 2pm")...oh well, at least I have time for blogging now, right?

Sometime I love people with such an intensity that I think it would scare/surprise them if they knew. And at other times I'm a selfish jerk who only cares about my own agenda. I need Jesus so I can love people like they are meant to be loved.

Mrs. Huckstable was sited at IHOP this past weekend at 1 in the morning. No lie. She was at the table behind us. We were going to take her napkin and sell it on eBay but that's gross (or maybe its because the IHOP employee cleared the table too quickly).

I'm blessed to have guys in my life that make sure I get home safe. Tony even ran after me the other day because he wanted me to be safe. The boys around me have turned into men...

BJo Bailey thinks we are all creative. Maybe she's right. maybe.

I'm glad that my friends let me be myself.

Thanks goes to G-mo for the chocolate covered espresso beans ("magic beans" says Jessica) that left us "cracked out."

One highlight from my weekend: Being referred to as a twottah sistoir. Makes me warm and fuzzy inside.

Tori's making me go study now...no fun!