You know it's going to be a good night when it's 9:00pm and you're hanging out in your closet.

A few lessons

I don't want to get too far ahead of myself because I still have a final and a term paper left, but I thought it was a good time to reflect on what I've learned this semester.

From statistics, I learned that relationships are deceiving.

From intro to journalism, I learned that it's okay to challenge your boss.

From French, I learned that there IS worse rap than American rap.

From creative writing, I learned that ChaCha is completely irrelevant. If I have any question at all, I need only email Professor Schwartz because he is all-knowing.

From religion, I learned that believing in God is kind of like believing in Santa Claus. (And no, that doesn't mean I stopped believing.)

From my athletics work, I learned that nothing gives me a headache like a drive chart. Don't blow the horn unless the ref tells you to. And choose wisely when to wear a pencil skirt.

From watching Marcela, I learned that I have "a giant head like a planet."

From life, I learned to stay on your toes because it's always waiting to blindside you. Cancer messes with the wrong people. And slow goodbyes are the hardest.

From love, I learned that not everyone will match your effort.

From my friends, I learned that I can commit!

From my roommates, I learned that you can never have too much peanut butter. (But you CAN have too much tuna.)

From myself, I learned that I get pretty bored if my life isn't up in flames for a change.

From drunken nights, I learned to stop mixing my alcohol and never go traipsing under a haunted bridge in heels and a skirt.

And from my mom, I learned that you should let your food cool down when it comes out of the microwave because the molecules are still moving around. Wish I'd learned that one ten years ago.

Happy sigh

Do you ever have one of those moments where despite the insane amount of stress and/or sadness in your life at the moment you're just.... happy?

Like when your best friend calls you and you talk for an hour about life and love and the future and what it all has to offer. Or you help your mom pick out an outfit through picture messages. Or a three-year old says something so clever and insightful you can't help but laugh. And then you just think... "Man. Life is good."

I really love those moments.

Magic tree awesomeness

Chebrezie and I went to check out the Magic Tree tonight. It's definitely magical alright. Then we went to Ihop and I laughed until my face hurt, which was a huge improvement over the afternoon I spent studying in my closet.

Quotes of the night:

"I think she's dropping an egg as we speak."

"I'm abrasive. It's not a big deal."

Okay, so it might be a LITTLE cooler than our tree...

The most wonderful time of the year

FINALS! Oh boy.

I planned on a nightful of studying, so of course I'm blogging/Facebooking/Pandora-ing. I'm making up all sorts of words tonight. Seriously though, "nightful" should be a word. I'm going to tweet Webster about that.

Our house is pretty Christmasfied... everyone laughs at our tree because the lights don't match, but it's the best tree I've ever had and I was impressed that we managed to hang lights on it at all. The best feature, however, is that when I'm on my chaise and someone walks down the stairs or in the front door, they can't see me at first. I've scared a total of seven years off of Amanda's life so far and it's only December 6th.