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The Finals are Coming

Here it is.
The week all students dread:
FINALS WEEK.

It's that week in the semester when BOOM everyone shows up again and you're just sitting in class like "I thought everyone had dropped this class".
It's that time when everyone - students and professors alike - are just so tired that everything is funny. Not seems funny. Is funny.
For example, one of my classmates was tossing an object into the air and catching it during one of our classes. Wasn't bothering anyone. Suddenly our professor turns around and does a double take.
"Is that a hard boiled egg?"
My friend and I started laughing hysterically as our classmate just stared at him.
"No. . . "
"What is that?"
"It's lip balm. . ."
"Oh okay."
"Do you have something against hard hard boiled eggs?"
"I really do not like hard boiled eggs."
"Okay. . ."
Our class was not the same that day.

And here is a haiku about finals:
I can't remember
I learned this four months ago
No no no no no

This is not an overreaction.
Trust me, it is not.

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When "Short" isn't Short Enough

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Old Navy is not one of my favorite stores.

Or at least, it wasn't until I realized they have the best jeans for me.

They've got different jeans for different body shapes, and that's great.

I love those jeans because they fit perfectly.

Except in one way . . .

I'm 5'2".

I guess their "short" jeans are based on somebody who must be the same size, but must be like, 5'6".

There are literally about 3-4 extra inches.

On a SHORT.

*sigh*

I went there the other day with my mom and sister, and I tried on some jeans that were nearly half-price with the Labor Day sale.

She brought in the size I was about 4 months ago and they were too big! which is awesome . . .

but they were also too long.

She went back for a smaller pair, and I told her that if they had "Hobbit" lengths, that would probably work.

They didn't.

But still.

Also, as a sidenote, I'm too tall to be a Hobbit.

I'm too tall to be a Dwarf.

I'm to short to be a Human.

I'm too short to be an Elf.

Yep, you're lookin' at the cutest Orc there is.

I wonder if they carry Orc-sized jeans. . . ?

I’m Short

I’m short.

I used to want to be tall, but I’ve heard from tall people that it's not that great being tall. 

For instance, jeans just aren't long enough.

. . . Ummm, well then, you can have my problem: even the petite short jeans are about 3-4 inches too long. 

I remember a few years ago I bought a pair of jeans and I went to get them taken up by this Japanese lady who does alterations down the street. I went into her store and stood on the box and she starts laughing at me when she rolled up the ends. 

She's all "Oh you so cute and so short not tall at all" and I'm all "But I'm taller than you!"

It was pretty funny.

But yeah, being tall may be no walk in the park, but being short isn't too awesome either. 

Technology Woes and Whoas

I've had my Blackberry for Lord only knows how long.

I had a flip phone before that, and I really wanted a full keyboard for texting, since I don't really talk much on it.

When our contracts ran up, my dad upgraded me to a Blackberry.

He'd had one of the old-school ones, with the wheel on the side and all. Very hard to play BrickBreaker with. (The newer ones are better for that in case you're wondering.)

It's not a touchscreen, but I didn't want one. Still kind of don't.

But I was afraid I'd have to get a new phone because mine started glitching and freezing and generally acting buggy and such.

A few days ago, I decided to change my alarm tone to the Ghostbusters Theme.

. . . Don't ask. ANYTHING is better than preloaded stuff. You know that.

I plugged it into my laptop, but it wasn't even showing on the hardware. It was charging, and that was it.

I figured it couldn't hurt to try downloading the Blackberry Manager, since it was kinda, y'know, made for that.

Well.

Well.

Well.

Well.

Turns out there was an update for the OS.

Like, a big time update.

Like, 5.0.3 to 6.0.7 or something.

Yeah.

Oh. My. Gosh.

It's like having a new phone, I swear.

Spring Break

So Spring Break is next week.

I don't know why they call it that.

It's not much of a break for a lot of us.

It's more like designated time to get your work done at home, sleeping in. 

And people go places for Spring Break?

. . . Like, how?

I couldn't do that. I wouldn't be able to sleep if I did that.

And I can tell the break's already starting to catch up with me because I woke up thinking "I need to do ___ today" 

. . . And I can't remember for the LIFE OF ME what it is!!!

On the flipside of things, BBC's Sherlock Series 3 starts filming on the 18th.

Ugh . . . Morning Classes . . .

I'm sure I've ranted about morning classes before.

And there may be a day when I don't rant about morning classes.

But, in all seriousness, scheduling classes is a bloomin' nightmare.

You've gotta make sure nothing overlaps in time slots.

You've gotta make sure you actually need it.

You've gotta make sure you've got time to do the whole "lunch" thing, which -though seriously underrated - is vital to not passing out in class. From hunger.

And - for USCB students anyhow - you've gotta make sure you're not giving yourself 10 minutes to make a 30 minute trip, as we have two campuses. 

But then there's the 8 AM classes.

Also known as "the room you sit in whilst you wake up mentally".

Unless it's Crossfit aerobics, which will kick your studious tush.

I've taken 8 AM classes before, but only two days a week, so you have the next day to sleep in and recover.

This semester, I've got my first two Monday, Wednesday, and Friday classes.

And all five days . . . I have 8 AM classes.

Why?

Because I'm an idiot, that's why.

And you know what the worst of it is?

Waking up three minutes before my alarm goes off.

A Duck Day

I know it's unusual for me to do two posts in one day, but it's my blog and

.

So.

I feel like this has been my motto today:

.

"Why?" you ask?

Okay, you didn't ask, but I'm anticipating your asking.

Because I just knew it was going to rain today.

And I wore flats.

My feet were SOAKED within an hour.

My jeans were SOAKED six inches on the bottom.

I made sure my umbrella was in the car when I left the house . . . and then forgot it in the car at school.

I ended up sloshing through grass and unavoidable puddles.

Ugh.

I love beaches.

And pools.

And water in general.

But not rain.

Not while I'm not inside.

Because I do care.

And I'm not a duck.

But renaming this "The Daft Duck" might get the point across.

I won't; I rather like this name.

But still. . .