Reading

I like to read. Ok, let me rephrase that I like to read trashy romance novels, murder, suspense, and a variety of other books. I don't like to read about history, I did that in high school. I don't like to read about President McKinley's murder, even though it does involve murder, it also involves politics, which I'm not a fan of.

And just for the record, I'm not to crazy about marketing and managerial accounting either.

So tonight, while I sleep I'm going to dream that all of this stuff comes to life and transforms itself into romance, or murder (without the politics). Because accounting hooking up with marketing at a tropical locale sounds so much more appealing to read. Pssst...look for the surprise ex lover, the balance sheet, showing up trying to thwart romance attempts.

Stay tuned for news tomorrow about my totally awesome digital giveaway. Details on Thursday!!

The post where I don't write a post

I'm tired.

I'm drowning in a sea of homework.

Spanish, calculus, rock and roll, economics, lab reports. They are all a blur in brightly colored notebooks and folders.

Como se llama? Do I want to see the llama? You want me to watch an entire movie in Spanish, when I can barely tell you my name and that I need to pee?

2+2 only equals 4 if and only if you can stand on your head while counting to 100 backwards.

Did I mention how tired I am?

GDP. GNP. IIP. PIP. WTH. WFD.

Blues, jazz, country, rock, I wasn't even alive in the 1800's. I don't even like rock and roll so why do I care where it originated from back in the 1800's. Just give me the easy A that this class was supposed to be so I can move on down the road.

I'm tired. I'm remembering the stuff I hated about school. I've lost that loving feeling. Now I'm getting the used and abused feeling. Now I understand why college students drink so much alcohol. It's the only way to keep your sanity.

Be thankful for the random posts. At least I'm still writing them, and at this point last semester I wasn't. Beggars can't be choosers. But I couldn't skip, or I will screw up my landing my 200th post on my birthday. And I'm so anal and crazy that just wouldn't work, and neither would coming up with 20 posts on the 20th either.

I'm going to go read about the history of rock and roll. And no, the class sucks thus far. And then I'm going to go practice writing in Spanish so I don't fail my writing assignment tomorrow. Think of me, and send me Spanish thoughts. Gracias.

*This moment of crazy brought to you by...me.