My brain hurts....

Well... these last few days have been eventful...

I basically have my schedule set up for every day. It goes something like this.

6:15 AM: My alarm clock starts singing "DEAR JAMIE... I GOT A FREAKING LETTER THAT I WOULD FREAKING LIKE TO SEND..." and I frantically turn it off because I feel bad because my roommate is sleeping not 3 feet away from me. (We live in a very small room... because it was cheaper. But don't worry, it is already on the road to becoming decorated and awesome... anyways)

6:30: "I WOULD HAVE USED A PENCIL" oh my freaking gosh how could 15 minutes have already passed???????? At this point I kind of fall out of bed and go to my bedroom door... and pull with all of my might to open it because it doesn't really like to open or close...

6:35-7:15: Start doing my hair and make up all the while cursing the gods that I am a girl and that I have to look cute; whereas if I was a guy I could just roll out of bed and go to school... I also eat somewhere in that time, which is probably my favorite part of the morning. Also I seem to have a tendency to watch depressing youtube videos every morning...

7:15-7:45: Walk to work. Yup, that's right, its a 30 minute walk to my work. I could drive, but my car that I thought was miraculously healed all of the sudden stalls all the freaking time. So I am terrified to drive... even though my roommate is not but suddenly I am scared to drive at all because I watched this scary movie this morning about driving... (here, I will give you the website.... (If you want to watch it and feel slightly sick afterwards, here it is... http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=1388779851607&ref=mf)

7:45 - infinity... ok, to 11:00 : Work.

Classes until, like, 6.

So my brain hurts... partially because I have not been getting enough sleep, and partially because byu assigns entirely too much homework. So I think that I am going to go and take a nap.

On second thought, don't watch that video... its freaking disturbing, y'all... unless you already watched it, then I apologize. Why don't I just take it off of my blog? Partially because I'm lazy and I don't want to go edit it, and partially because I want someone else to be horrified. GAH.

so much has happened since my last blog ahhhh

So .... I haven't written in a while, and I'm sorry, I really am. But all of the sudden I was packing up my boxes, cleaning out my cabin, going to zions national park, and then moving into my new apartment... so my life has been busy the last few days.

Hmm... oh ya, I found a bunch of dead spider carcasses under my bed... which completely and utterly terrified me and pleased me at the same time... I was scared because I knew that spiders had been crawling all over me all summer, despite my many searches on my bed each night... but it pleased me that I waited until the last day to find those dead and decaying spider bodies, because had I found it earlier there would have been NO WAY that I could have slept in that bed. *shudder*

Let's see... I went to Zions National Park with Kate. I was a freaking rock climbing/river walking queen, dear readers! oh my gosh I dominated that place... WABAAM! Every time I would see a big rock in the middle of the river, I would walk over it and climb on top of it with kate and then break out into singing "CLIMB EVERY MOUNTAIN!!!" (like off of the sound of music...)

It was very magical...


....... I NEED MY SLEEP!!!!!! I need to go to bed so I can get up tomorrow morning so that I can be awake in the morning and not sleep in on my first day of work... stop pressuring me to blog!!!!!

I love you though... :)

pretend that I'm famous...

You know how really famous people are always featured in magazines, and the headline of the magazine is "25 Things about Brad Pitt that you NEVER KNEW!" Well... what if I want to feel famous too? What if I want people to know things about me in such an intimate way??? So guess what, world, you can SUCK IT, because even though I'm not famous, I'm totally going to tell you 5 things that you didn't know about me. Because honestly, I don't think that I could think of 25 things, and I'm kind of lazy, so I knew 5 would be just right.... So you better read it. And freaking enjoy it.

1. I am completely and utterly terrified of bugs. My dad is always saying, "honey, did you know that only a handful of spiders in the world that are actually poisonous?" but what I want to know is who was the person who volunteered to see if they could all fit in his palm?

In fact, today, as I plopped down on my couch, a little spider jumped out from a fold of the couch DIRECTLY by my head... I almost peed my pants and jumped up to look at it from a safer distance.

This is what I saw.

My cabin is full of spiders... so every night I have to check my bed for bugs like a crazy person... I even have a routine! I take my comforter off of my bed and search it in the light for bugs... (normally there are none on my comforter). Then I check my sheets for bugs so that I can safely sit on my bed while resuming my search. Once that is all clear, I pick up all my pillows and search in, under, and around them. I almost ALWAYS find a spider or beetle under my pillows... it disturbs me, but only if I know that all the bugs are dead can I sleep.

(That is me on my bunk-bed... I don't know how to draw bunk-beds, y'all... so sad.... )

OH MY FREAKING FISH I JUST FELT SOMETHING ON MY FOOT AND I THOUGHT IT WAS A TICKLE AND THEN SUDDENLY I LOOKED DOWN AND IT WAS A FLYING ANT... bugs know when you are talking about them, I'm not kidding.... I'm so scared right now that I am going to move on to another subject so I don't anger the bugs any further...)

2. Onto a new subject that has nothing to do with bugs.... ya, you heard right bugs, I'm not talking about you anymore... which means you have no reason to walk all over me. Anyways...

I can move my pinky toe independently... like, without moving any of my other toes with it. And when I dance or stretch or do anything, it just moves on its own... I can't control it. And sometimes is just twitches...

3. I think... I think that there is a small possibility that I am a sadist... I know that sounds creepy and scary and makes you all want to unfollow me, but DON'T DO IT! I just love pushing people's bruises and when people are in pain I laugh hysterically....

EDIT:I don't find it funny when people break their legs or are having babies or are being tortured... I'm talking minor pain -- like, when someone gets a foot cramp or when someone is stretching and it hurts. THAT'S what I laugh like a maniac... seriously... it's so funny to me! ... I'm not a creeper, guys...

4. I have recently had a dream with both Brad Pitt (when he was young and unbearded..) and Heath Ledger in it... (Heath was alive and well in my dream and not a rotting corpse, just in case you were wondering...) I was in a house with them and we were just running around checking out all of the rooms together... at one part it got scary but I don't really remember why it was scary, I just remember being sandwiched between Heath and Brad as we hid behind a bookshelf... it was amazing...

Bradypoo.... (I would have tried drawing him, but we all know that my drawings would not have done him justice... just look at those eyes... and that armpit hair...)

Heathypoo.... (so sad he's dead.... moment of silence for my heathypoo....)

Taylorpoo

(ok, so Taylor wasn't in my dream, but I love him so much, I just knew that he had to be included in this blog somewhere... oh ya, thats another random fact about me... I have a cardboard cut out of Taylor Lautner. Got him for my birthday.)

(Yes, I am aware of how amazing of a couple we are... we are so lovely together... you can tell how much he is enjoying my kiss... look at that chin dimple!)

5. Anyways, I can't think of anything else to say about me... Lets see... oh I know!! I cannot pee if someone else is in the bathroom with me... that is, unless I am REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY close to that person... otherwise, I get complete stage fright... I just sit there awkwardly until they finally leave or I just give up. Sometimes, it helps when people put the faucet on, but most of the time... it doesn't.

Also, I hate those little cracks that are always there in the bathroom stalls... sometimes they are like three inches wide. I know that someone who is casually walking by doesn't even have to look in order to see me in the stall with a panicked expression on my face... sigh...

Can I draw a picture of this while keeping it appropriate?? I think that I can... and I shall....

THE END.

Dining Hall... DH!

Ok, as you probably know, I work in the dining hall for Aspen Grove... what does being in the "dining hall" actually entail? Well, according to the Aspen Grove website, working in the dining hall means that you "Will be responsible for the care of the dining hall; stocking buffets; running and maintaining the dish machine; washing pots, pans, and heavy cooking untensils; vacuuming; sweeping and mopping floors and decks."

Ok, I will admit that that definition is pretty legit... but they did fail to mention some of the smaller things that we would have to deal with on a daily basis. They left out the small, annoying things that were likely to happen to us as we went about our day... the "messes" we would have to clean up...

Lets give the typical run down of my day, shall we?

I will start my day by walking into the kitchen, being confronted by grumpy Scott who will say something to me along the lines of "I'm done with you" or "Have I told you lately how much I hate you?" or I will run into my abnormally tall/freakishly awesome boss Scott. I will walk into the back and put on an apron. (At this point I am the only Dining Hall person there, because I am always early because I am a freak about being early... So I kind of take as long as possible putting on my apron.)

Next I wander into the dishroom, hoping beyond hope that today there won't be many dishes.... and then I am confronted by this....

I think to myself "oh-my-freaking-gosh-that-is-the-biggest-pile-of-dishes-i-have-ever-seen!" and then I look over to the counter where most people drop of their dishes and I see this...

(I wasn't actually in this picture, so I kind of drew myself in there... )

At this point I am about ready to curl up on the floor and give up... except for the fact that our floor is completely and utterly nasty and it smells like butt so bad... actually it is one of my greatest fears that one day I am going to fall and land in a puddle of nasty butt water. So I don't curl up and instead start doing the dishes.

After dominating the original pile of dishes, we then go and enjoy a our breakfast. We get rejuvenated, and we head back into the dishroom with a new motivation! We are ready to take on the world... we are ready to take on the world's dishes! We stand at the window with pride, tearing apart the dishes that come our way. BRING IT FREAKING ON, BABY!

WABBAM!! This is us, happy once again with the world, so cheery and happy to all who drop off their dishes.... and then reality hits.... small things start happening that wears on our happiness. People will start coming up to us with their trays loaded with their plates, their half eaten food, their trash... and just leave it on the counter. Most people at least scrape of their food into the trashcans that have been conveniently placed next to the counter, or put their silverwear in the little silverware holders that are also conveniently placed for the campers next to the window... but they don't. They just shove their food onto the counter and skip away merrily...

So we grudgingly scrape their trays for them, all the while smiling and saying "Thank you!" But soon, we can smile no longer. No more happiness resides in our bodies... the counter will be full of trays and cups and plates, and the people at the window will be loading and pulling the dishes off as fast as possible... but we just don't do it speedy enough for the campers. So what they do is they put an inch of their tray onto the counter, and slowly start sliding it forward.... slowly, centimeter by centimeter, they push the big pile of dishes towards us. They think that if they can do it slow enough, then it will be ok, but the reality is that we suddenly have all these disorganized dishes that are being pushed on top of our hands and we can barely even think because now we don't even know where to start on the dishes that were just shoved towards us and then .... we snap. At this point I do the only thing that I can do... rap about cups.

"CUPS WIKI-WIKI-WIKI-CUPS-WIKI-CUPS!!!!!!!!!!!!" I suddenly scream in the camper's face... they look at me with alarm written across their face, but I don't even notice because of my rage. I have snapped, I am ashamed to admit it... I can't think coherently... all I can do is try to get rid of these dishes that are driving me mad, but they never stop coming... and then another innocent camper will come up to us at the window and ask, "Um, can I get a to-go box?"

This is probably the most frustrating part of my day... when campers ask me to do stuff for them while I am doing their dishes. "Can you get me some ketchup?" "The cranberry juice is out, can you change it?" "Can you put down that dish you have been scrubbing for the last 17 minutes and wash your hands so you can go into the back room to grab me a to-go box, because quite frankly I would just adore eating outside today... could you?"

NO, FREAKING CAMPER, I CAN'T. Because I am trapped in this vortex of a dishroom, and I cannot leave for any reason... I can not leave to get a drink or to go pee because if I do then the whole entire dishroom will suffer because suddenly we are one man short and then every one else has to do what you have been doing so then they can't do their own jobs so then we suddenly finish 10 minutes late because I had to tinkle. So no, I can't even pee... but please, let me leave my station to get you that to-go box.

Wow... I sound so angry. Eh, well, I guess I will just keep it up while I am on an angry rampage, I guess....

I think that my personal favorite is when we run out of food. Suddenly we realize that we are completely out of waffles... so we go back to the cooks and ask, "Are there any waffles ready?" Of course, there are not, because there are NEVER waffles. Seriously, every week, we run out of waffles. You think that while prepping the next week for waffles, they would think to themselves, "Hey... you know what? I think for the last 7 weeks now we have run out of waffles every time we have served them... maybe I should make a few more this week?" .... but no, they don't think that, so every week we have to go out and endure the anger of the campers while the cooks stay safely tucked inside of their kitchen, well away from the camper's eye daggers that they so love to throw at us.

People will come up to me and tell me, "You are out of waffles. Did you know you are out of waffles? Because you have been for 4 minutes now."

I want to say to them, "Really? We are out of waffles? REALLY? Wow... I didn't even notice... even though its my job to stand here directly behind the buffet line to watch the food and make sure that waffles don't run out... I can't believe that I missed that waffles have been out for four whole minutes! Thank you so much for telling me!!" (ya, thats right, you sensed the sarcasm...)

But I don't. Partially because I'm a pansy and partially because I don't want to get fired. So instead I just say "I know, and I apologize. The waffles should be out in about 3 mintues."

My favorite was one time a woman walked up to me with three empty crocks and shoved them into my arms (as I was carrying a pan of mashed potatoes) and said, "We need more cucumbers, tomatoes, and croûtons." So I had to man handle the pan of the mashed potatoes into its little warmer while holding these three partially empty crocks, all the while the old woman is staring at me and asking "do you know how long it will be until I can get those back?"

At this point I throw the croûton container into her face... she falls and hits her head and as she lays writhing on the ground I sprinkle the crumbs from the croutons in her face...

Ok, that never really happened, but it came SOOOO close to happening, dear readers...... I'm telling you, this job makes me nearly snap in a way that no other job can. Sheesh.

By the end of the day, we look like this.

Wow this was exhausting, writing this blog, so I am going to conclude... but if there are any dining hall friends of mine that have anything to add to it, feel free to post a comment...

Sorry for the anger.

Super Quick Blog Post

Ok, so I am waiting for someone to come and get me, so as I am waiting I decided that I would write a blog. :)

I don't really know what I want to write about... ok, so I actually know what I want to write, but I am super afraid to post it on the internet where anyone could read it and then people would judge me and my person.

So I will talk about something else... lets see, its about 11:54 at night right now, and a friend is picking me up SOON so we can drive an hour and camp in somebody's back yard so we can wake up really early tomorrow morning and go boating! It is going to be very eventful/very exhausting... and come to think of it, I only got 5 hours of sleep last night... hmm.... we all know how I feel about my sleep.

Oh well, that is what Sundays are for. Last Sunday I took a 5 hour nap, which then resulted in me sleeping in past work. I was pleasantly sleeping on my bed when I was awakened by a phone call.

Jess "Hey Kara..... you coming to work tonight?"

Kara: (Trying to sound like I didn't just wake up)..... uhhh... ya.... ya I am.

Jess: Where are you?

Kara: Um.... Why? What time is it?

Jess: 5

Kara: (screams and drops phone and hurriedly puts on clothes)

I arrived to work in 2 minutes, only to discover that my mouth tasted awful and that I had forgotten to put on socks. Thankfully another coworker had slept in too, so not all the angry attention was on me. :)

Well, my ride isn't here yet, so I am going to keep writing... if all of the sudden my writing stops its because my ride got here and I had to quickly stop writing and push the golden "PUBLISH POST" button... so don't be alarmed by any unfinished writing.....

Ok, never mind, I'm done talking now. Sorry that this blog was lame.

Things that I am going to do next semester because I AM GOING TO BECOME AN AWESOME PERSON!

So a lot of the time I like to think about the dream me... a kind, giving, beautiful, in shape person who can dance and act socially normal... who gets good grades in school while maintaining a job and a social life.... and who maybe is even a little famous, who knows? So I thought that I would make a list of things that I am going to do this next semester to help me reach my awesome self!

1. I'm going to start donating blood... and not selling it for money. Just good ol, stick-a-needle-in-my-arm and suck my blood and give it to someone else, no strings attached. I think this will help me start feeling like a better person too. (Side note -- if money gets tight, I will almost surely donate my blood plasma for money, even if my friends tell me its like prostitution.)
2. I'm going to start singing at open mike nights. Not only will it be a way to kind of put myself out there, but I think it will help me get over my stage fright... you know, the kind of stage fright that makes you want to vomit and cry all the same time? (haha just imagined what that would look like, vomiting and crying at the same time... I might just draw a picture of that, if I feel up to it. :) )
3. I am going to run everyday... oh yes, dear readers, you heard correctly... I am going to run EVERY DAY and then next summer I am going to run a half marathon because I promised my friend Anna and her mom that I would do it, and Anna promised that she would run it too (She even shook on it... ok, I may have raped her hand into the handshake position, but it was a legitimate handshake nonetheless, and she is running it, and I am too, SO THERE!)
4. I am going to study at least two hours everyday... sometimes up to 4. How do I know that I am going to study? Because I am going to rent a freaking study room every day, so that way I feel guilty for not using the study room. hahahahaha brain, what now?
5. My hair is going to grow all long and pretty... (is that creepy that when I wrote that, in my head it sounded like a little girl was saying it? "My heer is going to grow out all lahng and preety..."
6. I am going to make friends that are girls!! Yay for me!!
7. I am going to eat healthy... I am going to plan out my meals every month and then shop accordingly to them... all the while not spending more than 75 dollars a month in food.
8. I am going to be a money natzi, doing a budget every month and then putting money into certain envelopes... and once that money is gone in the envelope, it is gone for good! WHAT NOW, KARA? GUESS YOU ARE GOING TO GO HUNGRY UNLESS YOU PLAN YOUR MONEY OUT WISELY... mwahahahahahaha!
9. I'm going to take a dance class that will hopefully allow me to establish some sense of coordination... and then I am going to go dancing as much as possible! woot... speaking of dancing, going dancing tomorrow night, and I am super stoked about it.
10. I'm going to decorate my room freaking awesome with Kate... and Kate and I are going to make this semester the most memorable semester yet... :) We are going to be mature and sophisticated on the outside... but on the inside immaturity will run wild! Epic plans are going to be made, I'm sure of it.

Ok, ten is enough I guess. Point is, dear readers, in a year from now, this Kara is going to be a thing of the past. In her place will be new and improved Kara!!! da-da-da-DA! I feel like a superhero... speaking of which, I dressed up like a superhero yesterday, want to see a picture?? My name is the MOTOR UNLOADER (because I am getting so good at unloading dishes!)

Heehee.... That's Lucas on the floor... his name is Dishroom Distractor (I call him double d... despite the slight inappropriateness of the name. Double D is my arch nemesis... which is why I look so hateful in this picture)

Wellp, thats my blog!

hee hee.... I couldn't resist.

I THINK THAT THIS MIGHT BE MY BEST PICTURE YET

Oh my poor body... it just wants sleep so bad. On Thursday night I got three hours of sleep, and last night I got two hours of sleep. Don't ask me why... I just seem to save up all of my energy for the wee hours of the night, where suddenly I become very hyper and have to do something.

But fortunately, I take naps sometimes during the day. My ability to fall asleep wherever and whenever has grown very much these last few months. I will have an hour break between work and WABAAM! I am passed out on the couch, laying on my tummy with my hands over my head. or I will be in my room reading a book, and think to myself, "ooh.... maybe I could fall asleep and then maybe --" and then I pass out because I gave my brain permission to shut off.

I just awoke from a five hour nap. I don't entirely know how it happened. One minute I am reading "The Giver" (my favorite book of all time) and the next minute I am getting a phone call from a coworker of mine asking me why I'm not at work... five hours passed without me even changing positions. I looked like this:

(Yes, when I sleep I sleep in extremely baggy clothes and my hair goes everwhere and I occasionally drool a little... Needless to say I am VERY attractive at night.)

Oh.... so tired... too tired to finish this blog. I'm sorry, dear readers, that my blogs haven't really been up to par as of late... I have just been so busy and so tired, and I just haven't been investing as much time into my blog . And I'm sorry! Expect an amazing blog soon!

Summer is almost over.... soon the temperature is going to decline, the leaves are going to change into gorgeous colors, school will start again, and responsibilities will return. Soon I will leave all of my aspen grove friends to enter back into the real world... the world where I study for hours a day and can actually watch tv... Back to an apartment where my internet is actually speedy, back to living with my friend Kate. Back to working at L&T.... back to stressing about money. Part of me is really really happy that fall is coming, that I get to decorate my room with Kate, all the while watching endless fringe and supernatural episodes... making midnight 7/11 runs. I am so excited to meet new people, new BOYS, and start learning again.

But part of me is so sad... that this Aspen Grove phase of my life is over. This literally has been the best summer of my life. Even working was fun, because I have 16 awesome dining hall buddies to keep me company as I scrub dishes. Every night is an adventure... going down to p-town, the aspen grove dances, sneaking into the kitchen to grab a midnight snack. These people... I have lived with with, worked with them, played with them... 24 hours a day. It has been seriously amazing! And I am so sad that this phase of my life is over!

But seriously... life is amazing. I couldn't have made a better decision to come to BYU, to come to Aspen Grove... I am growing up, dear readers... which is scary and exhilarating at the same time.

Well I realize that this blog wasn't funny at all... but hey, its a bit insightful, right? Ok... maybe not... but at least its a blog. :D

THUNDER STORMS

So last night I was peacefully sleeping, dreaming of pleasant things like non-allergenic kittens and boys and bug-free houses, when suddenly I woke up to my CABIN SHAKING and the loudest noise I had ever heard and so then I sat up abruptly in my bed... yes, resulting in hitting my head, and then I looked out the window directly next to my head and I was blinded by a million lights... and in my head I thought "oh my gosh there is a plowtruck directly outside of my house about to plow it down, and its headlights are shining right on me... I AM GOING TO DIE!!!" and so I started freaking out. And then I slowly started thinking like a normal person, and realized that the lights were flickering and that the noise would start and stop...

and thats when I realized that there was a freaking thunderstorm right above me.

The realization that this was a thunderstorm scared me more than the thought that I was about to be plowed down by a plow truck.

THUNDERSTORMS SCARE ME SOOOO BAD. Especially when I am in a crappy cabin that shakes every time the thunder rumbles... and when the lightning outside of my window NEVER STOPS FLASHING...

I just curled up in a ball on my bed and put the blanket over my head to block out the flashing lights... but I couldn't block out the freaking noise and the shaking of my walls! All I wanted was for someone to cuddle me and make me feel safe... but I was sooo alone. :"(

Eventually, I hear one of my roommates whisper "............... is anyone else awake?" I instantly jumped out of my bed and said, "yes... I'm so scared." So we went out into our front room where we found another roommate who was sick with the stomach flu. We all just sat there scared together until the worst of the storm was over.

And I had to walk through thunder to get to my laptop to write this story. That is how much I love you all. :'O (That is my "I'm-so-scared-that-I-am-crying face.)

Rambling... sorry

So right now I am waiting for a video to load on my computer... but due to our EXTREMELY slow internet up here on the mountain, plus my friend Kelly loading a bunch of stuff onto her computer, this video is loading like 2 seconds a minute. So I have a few hours to kill, so I thought I could write a blog. Here I go.

So last night I discovered that I am horrible at rollar skating.... I went to an 80's rollar skating party last night, and it was AMAZING. I got my hair professionally done into a side pony, and then went to the party... ALL FOR FREAKING FREE. It was awesome. Except for the fact that I almost fell on my face about 13 times.... and at one point, a boy asked me to "dance"... but that basically consisted of me holding onto his hand for dear life as he tried to skate enough to pull the both of us... all the while I am screaming at the top of my lungs, making conversation near impossible. The poor boy couldn't wait to get rid of me. haha

Lets see.... today was "flash back" day at work... which means that you pick an era, and dress up according to that era... well, I decided to pick 1980's... but prom style. So I wore this pink dress that is all lacy and pretty to work... with my ugly tennis shoes underneath it (but no one could see because my dress went to the floor) We took a lot of pictures, and once I get them on my computer I will update this post with pictures!!!

Wow... this blog is boring. sorry about that... lets see... um, random fact: my friend Chelsea is morbidly afraid of toenail clippings... the other day, when I was trying to teach her the guitar, I started clipping my toenails. And she started screaming and covering up her mouth, screaming "They are going to go in my mouth, I am going to eat them!"

I just stared at her for a little while... she had the guitar in front of her face all the while screaming... I eventually started clipping again, and she was screaming "oh, they are so big!!" (which they were, because it had been a while since I had clipped my toenails.... sorry, tmi...) and so then she started screaming "THEY ARE GOING TO POKE OUT MY EYEBALLS!"

It was a very dramatic two minutes... I love that girl.

Anyways, life is good, love life is non-existent, and summer is getting closer and closer to being done. This thought saddens me, but excites me as well. :)

SLEEP!

I love sleep. I love it so much. I love it more than food and boys and friends. I love nothing more than to feel my eyelids get heavy, and slowly crawl into my bed, snuggling under my sheets and laying on my stomach...

I am a stomach sleeper... I used to be a side sleeper, and on occasion I still do sleep on my side. Sometimes I like to sleep on my back, making my legs form a "4" with my right leg bent... but most of the time, I love sleeping on my little tummy... I seriously will instantly pass out once I roll onto my stomach.

But as much as I love sleep, I seem to never get any... I stay up really late every night, and I have to get up at 7 in the mornings to be to work on time... getting up is seriously such an ordeal for me. I will be blissfully sleeping, dreaming of dancing and koala bears when suddenly I am awakened by

"DEAR JAMIE... I GOT A LETTER I WOULD LIKE TO SEND...."

Its my stupid alarm. I quickly grab my phone, because I feel guilty waking up my 7 roommates at such an early hour... so I grab the phone and fiddle with the buttons until the annoying music turns off... and then I shove the phone under my pillow and roll back onto my tummy... and then four minutes later I hear

"I SHOULD HAVE USED A PENCIL BUT LEADS JUST NOT PERMANT"

but this time when I hear my alarm, it is directly underneath my ear so it scares the living crap out of me so I wake up from my dreams thinking that an alarm is going off in aspen grove and that a nuclear bomb is about to hit and I only have seconds to live and then BAM I hit my head on the bar above my head ... I mumble to myself as I slowly come to, rubbing my head as I try to detangle myself from my sheets. I finally will get all the way on top of my covers, and then I will sit up and stretch my achy muscles... only to hit my head again. So I end up just rolling out of bed, hitting the floor and then kind of crawling to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

I am not a pretty sight in the morning... my hair is all frizzy and big around my face, all of my makeup has been rubbed off during the night, and my eye makeup is smeared in raccoon-fashion around my eyes. My lips are swollen from sleeping on my stomach all night...

I love sleep. I love it so very much. I just need some freaking more of it...

I'm going to take a nap.