When in the land of the Mormons

Cari, I'm pretty sure no one wins in the contest of "who's mathematics intensive, rigorous science subject matter is best?" Nope, all who play that game definitely lose.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEA! Now you can legally drink. Remember, with great power comes great work per second.

So, I am sick. Not horrendously, terribly sick, just a little. Yet somehow, I am pretty sure the lack of oxygen due to my body's inability to breath through my nose is going to give me brain damage. And yes, I have been breathing through my mouth, but somehow, despite the clearly larger volume of my mouth compared to my nostrils, I don't think I get as much air that way. So there's that. And then yesterday, I went into the wrong classroom, asked a girl if I could sit next to her, then realized I was in the wrong classroom and I had to leave. Admittedly I had only had 4 hours of sleep, but I'm gonna go ahead and blame the sickness for this one. And yesterday, I was so not in the mood to be bothered, and this damn annoying faced, khaki cargo pant, dressy polo, teva wearing, nerd kept talking to me in the class where if the professor hears you talking, HE WILL FREAKING SINGLE YOU OUT TO GROUCH AT YOU. It was all I could do to not be like, "yeah, my face might look I am a retarded mouth breather today, but at least it doesn't look like an annoying nerd's face like yours does every single day, so kindly shut up."

Also, cereal boxes lie about how much cereal is inside. I'm lucky if I get half as many servings out as they say I should.

all of my love,

K.D.

Trauma

I'm pretty sure the guy that owns the collegetown grocery store (and the drug smuggling it is a front for) knows me as the caffeine girl. I'm always running in the there in an act of desperation purchasing either coffee and milk or oj and redbull. I guess we can just both judge each other.