Of packing and finals and the lack of lettuce

1. It's time to go home. SBU is officially out of lettuce. Crazy stuff. Also sad. My sandwich was lacking.

2. Finals=done. Finished, doninated, over, owned.

3. Car=half packed. We have to "put the furiture in it's original place," which is NOT cool. For starters, I never saw the room originally, by the time I got there it was full of people and stuff. Apparently we have to separate the beds onto their respective walls, and put the desks in the middle. However, in order to do that, we have to get all of our STUFF out of the way. That was interrupeted by my having to work for three hours. Which usually isn't a big problem, but since I'm done with finals, I have nothing to study! Didn't think that one through...

Ilikelistsalongwithattiteration

1. If you can read the title, I applaud you.
2. Since falling in the river, the battery life on my phone is cut severely. I'd tell you how much, but I can't do math.
3. Speaking of math, I currently have 89.8% in that class, which means I actually have to do well on the final to get an A.
4. I'm going to get a B in Algebra.
5. EVERYthing possible went on tonight. At the same time. You think I'm kidding, there was 5 things alone that I was aware of, and no one tells me anything.
6. Apparently someone, at sometime, in Malaysia has read this blog.
7. I don't even think I spelled that right, but give me some awesome points anyways.
8. I can't remember what I need to buy at Walmart.
9. I'm for rizzle going to miss my Old Testament class.
10. My roommate is totes legit.
11. Don't ever let me say "totes" again.
12. I need some random ideas, so feel free to send some my way.
13. My brother just started his THIRD blog.
14. Does that make me lame or awesome for only having one?
15. That was not a list point...
16. I am a terrible writer/blogger
17. Despair.
18. Refer to #15
19. I like it here.
20. You should refer all of your friends to this blog. I dunno why, just do it.
21. Do it, or I will kill you.
22. It's finals week.
23. I like the color green
24. I don't understand my best friend.
25. Insanity is not a medical condition, it is a legal term.
26. Roommate and I are working on a YouTube channel!
27. It's gonna be AWESOME.

Return of the blog

I fail.

I stink at blogging. I'm even worse at math. I can't sing. I don't make my bed. My roommate takes better pictures than I do. I stapled myself the other day. I finished an assignment 13 minutes before it was due and forgot part of it. I don't have a boyfriend. I forget to cover brownies and they go stale. I use "weak construction" in my essays. I spill things. I drop my phone all the time. I hardly ever wear makeup. I forget to text people back. I put off doing dishes and cleaning out the fridge. I get annoyed with people over little things. I never know what day it is. I have cheesey ideas for group projects. I don't eat vegetables. I own too many shoes. I spend too much money. I have never run a mile in less than 11 minutes.

I fail.

But you know what?

It's ok.

I can't do it.

But God can.

He giveth power to the faint; and to them that have no might he increaseth strength. Isaiah 40:29

He gives me the ability to move on with life after bad grades, breakups, blowups, messes, and everything else I get myself into.

On my own, I'm never good enough.

I have nothing to offer.

Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yes, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness. Isaiah 41:10

Good thing I'm not on my own.

Because me + God is always enough.

Why must blog posts always have titles?

Titles are ridiculous things. They work for book and magazines, but that's as far as it goes. What if I have a super awesome blog, but my title ends up being horrific, people decide not to read it as a consequence, and I never become famous? That would be tragic! So please, read the blog regardless of the title. It probably won't be super awesome, but hey, I can try can't I?

So. English class. Simulation game. Apparently the earth is about to be hit by a meteor, and everyone will die. Drat. But! We have a space ship. We also have a distant planet that is apparently capable of sustaining human life. One problem. It's one of those two door models that only seats five. So out of the whole entire world, the world being the class, only five get the esteemed privelige of living next week. I am a 17 year-old punk rocker. That's right. You heard me. So, why should I get a seat on the space ship? I really don't know. I wouldn't vote for myself. However, we are required too, so I had better come up with something, eh? The rest of the world is composed of: An Amish wagon maker, a car salesman, a homeless person, a televangelist, and astronaut with herniated disks, a McDonald's employee, a poet who grows orchids, a 12 year-old genius with diabetes, a nurse with arthritis, a parent with three children, a sterile doctor, a geneticist with a criminal record, a prostitute, a college freshman, an unemployed inventor, a high school science teacher, a janitor, a high school sophomore, a supermodel, and a CEO. ...and five of us are supposed to get together and start a colony? Riiight...at least we get credit for it, I guess. Although, if you think about it, the prof won't be on the space ship, therefore she won't be on the planet, therefore she cannot grade us, therefore our lives in English have been wasted. Stink. We tried suggesting to her that we should just call Chuck Norris and he would take care of the meteor, but she said no. I have a feeling I shall remain on earth to die. Maybe I'll call Chuck anyway.

On a totally nonrelated note, I have eaten nothing but sandwiches, chips and honey buns today.