It's a Mad, Mad, Mad World

Discovery: Life is crazy when you are a college student. Particularly one who decided to take on a lovely load of difficult classes and be a TA. It is also quite exciting in many senses. Examples: I am dirt poor right now. Does that mean I don't have money in my bank account? No, it means it stares at me as a ghost spirit of what it will someday be: my tuition, my mission fund, anything but possible food fundage. My current assortment of food until Saturday: beans, crystal light packets, 3 things of oatmeal, a brownie mix, and an apple I snuck out of the cannon center today. It gets exciting though because the beans are actually an assortment: 2 cans of black, 1 of red kidney, and 1 of pinto beans. Why I am talking about boring things like my current food supplies? Because my life has become a void of endless classes and homework. A somewhat beautiful void-one that resembles a new born nebula. Chaotic, but with sprinkling things of wonder scattered between the circular arms of darkness. There are two things worth sharing per say of any interest other than how many different bean cans I have. One, I almost passed out today. Not always something to comment on as per it happens regularly, BUT today was a special moment. We had a physiology lab using blood. I am a pansy when it comes to watching my life force spill onto anything outside of my body even if it is just a finger prick. SO while I am surrounded by future pre-med students who probably sprinkle blood from a helpless lab rats on their morning breakfast, Miss Tipsy gets to sit pale faced and hyperventilate. My level of patheticness took on a whole new level today in this class. Second: The kiss blowing incident. This last Sunday, Mr. Bear E. Norris added further permanent sharpie eraser marks to his name of possible love interests. Whilst standing outside of an apartment munching on a cookie and mingling with ward members, I made the mistake of making eye contact with said person. Who in turn, winked at me and blew me a kiss. My response: say in a strained whisper to my three surrounding guy friends how awkward that was and attempt to hide behind one of them. His response, to ask in dismay why I didn't return his love. I asked him what he would have done if I had blown him a kiss and he said, " If you had, I would have caught it, put it in my pocket and never washed these pants again" My hiding failed and he gallantly walked over to talk to me about my least favorite show ever with the exception of Family Guy, the "Simpsons". Oh, the men I attract.