soooo sick of school!!!

Gah!! I am so sick of my management classes. Three more weeks and I am done with them forever! But until then I am going to whine and complain till the bitter end.

On a lighter note.. In the joy of procrastination I am now on level 19 in farmville.

Also I have finally decided what to get my dad for Christmas. I picked it because when I saw it I couldn't stop laughing. I hope he will appreciate this clock as much as I do, because I would love to get this myself. Believe it or not I get my super geekyness from him.


Then to top the list I finally got a postcard from a friend who went to Bulgaria and couldn't stop laughing, between the postcard and this clock man oh man does my stomach hurt.

'Tis the season

After two weeks of educational hell, physical, mental and emotional exhaustion I am taking a day off. The past few weeks have been filled with work, papers, exams, and most of all I still have to finish some post-bacc program applications before December 1st.

Apart from all the things that still need to get done, today I refuse to do any work. I slept in after going to a party. Made yummy pumpkin waffles for breakfast. Took a 3 hour nap and woke up when it was already dark. Played a little farmville. But the best part of today has been sitting in front of the tv cuddled under my blanket watching corny Christmas movies on ABC family. Needless to say I can not wait for my favorite time of year.. Christmas. I look forward to no school, seeing friends, family, amazing food, shopping, and my birthday.

Sort Of

Sort Of
Written by Ingrid Michaelson

Baby, you've got the sort of hands to rip me apart
And baby, you've got the sort of face to start this old heart
But your eyes are warning me this early morning
That my love's too big for you my love


Baby, you've got the sort of laugh that waters me
And makes me grow tall and strong and proud and flattens me
I find you stunning, but you are running me down
My love's too big for you my love
My love's too big for you my love

And if I was stronger then I would tell you no
And if I was stronger then I will leave this show
And if I was stronger then I would up and go
But here I am and here we go again

Baby, you've got the sort of eyes that tell me tales
That your sort of mouth just will not say, the truth impales
That you don't need me, but you won't leave me
My loves too big for you my love
My loves too big for you my love

And if I was stronger then I would tell you no
And if I was stronger then I will leave this show
And if I was stronger then I would up and go
But here I am and here we go again

Tell me what to do, to take away the you

And if I was stronger then I would tell you no.
And if I was stronger then I will leave this show
And if I was stronger then I would up and go
But here I am and here we go again

Farmville

This morning I walk into work and instead of the usual "Hi Brystal" I hear from all the guys. "You need to harvest your strawberries!"

Yesterday all of the grad students including myself started playing Farmville on Facebook. It is a game about creating a farm. Getting all your and getting all your friends to build one too. Then you plant stuff, wait for it to grow and harvest it for money. With that money you can then buy more crops to grow. You can also upgrade to a better selection of crops, trees and animals to grow. The trick however is you have to time your plants. Each plant takes a different amount of time to grow, and if you don't harvest them in time you loose all your money. Thats what I did this morning. I learned never again to plant strawberries at night before you go to bed, because by the time you wake up they will all be rotten.

So right now the guys are planning what to plant, when and how to increase their Farmville value. I am completely entertained by how intense this is turning out to be.

Once again I can say, I wish every job was like this.