a cold one.

today, or yesterday now i suppose, my drawing teacher told us that if you get less than four hours of sleep two nights in a row, your brain power/reaction times are equal to if you'd had 3 beers. my friends, i'm here to tell you that this week i am nearly the equivalent of a raging drunk. minus the raging. proof exists in that fact that in those two sentences alone i have already had to make three spelling corrections.

luckily for inhabitants of provo, i have no means whereby to drive intoxicated, so the streets are still safe. (if having three beers even qualifies as being intoxicated. i really have no idea.)

partially due to this sleepless situation, i have come to a somewhat important realization. this realization is as follows: in the presence of stress, time constraint, and general overwhelming duty, i am only able to keep my sanity through uncharacteristic extreme cleanliness.

after returning from a 4 hour stay in the library at 2 am last night to find my dear friends watching their shows from my bed, there was not a thing in life i wanted more than to shower. even though i had done so at 11:00 that morning, and the night before as well.

then i proceeded to stay up until 4:45 FINALLY putting away my laundry and bags from going home for thanksgiving. and when i woke up, i made my bed vacuumed the room. perhaps i should have been frantically working on the drawing project that i never quite ended up finishing before class, but i'm quite positive that making our floor navigable was the only way i got through today without pulling my hair out.

however, considering i've washed my hair for sanity's sake every night since last tuesday, it will likely start falling out on it's own soon enough, which will save me a lot of trouble. and require more vacuuming.

kisses to you all. now i must go shower again (get rid of this nappy french braid hair) and possibly get some sleep. i'm going for 5 hours tonight! it should be thrilling.

fun fact: when i went on a little run earlier tonight (if any of you are dying to give me a hamstring/butt massage, call me. unless you really are dying to which is entirely creepy), it was 14° outside. i tried to think positively and consider it as motivation to pick up my usual snail pace just a little bit, but really what is the use of such ridiculous temperatures when there's not even any snow? i promised jessica i wouldn't pray for any, but secretly i want some real bad.

ok i'm done now for reals. believe it or not, my original intent was to leave you with that useful little message about beer and inform you that i actually have a few things to say soon. cause lately i've been neglecting my tiny little yarmnation even more than my physical science notes. so this is the teaser. if i don't follow though you have permission to attack. however these things i have to say will likely have to wait until i'm done with my drawing final, a feat that as of tuesday is now due five days earlier than i'd been planning on.

but when the time comes, i promise, no more whining.

or at least less.

ok now gotobed.