2+2=3?

my brain is mush. complete mush. oatmeal goodness complete with brown sugar and pecans mush, mind you. but still mush.

today at the store, whilst getting the tyrannosaurus rex of diet cokes, the cashier asked how i was doing today and i think i actually said "bluhhrg fhhl ppdds" note to self: don't show your face there ever again.

i may not know the log of infinity minus x if you divided it by .8th a times b to the power of the opposite of y but i do know that all this studying is causing me to:

make very questionable fashion choices. {plaid with polka dots. and a drab navy+grey combo with yellow socks. don't worry, already emailed anna wintour. she expects it to be all the rage circa fall 2011.}

day dream way too much about michael buble. {more than the norm.}

enter a stage of my life where i just don't sleep.

combated by surviving off sugar high after sugar high just to stay awake.

enter sweet tarts, pancakes, and trix cereal.

consume more diet coke than should be legally allowed. {am i single handedly supporting the soda pop industry? maybe, maybe.}

spend so much time on the computer going through power point after power point of notes that my eyes actually hurt. {i'm thinking giving-joe-paterno-a-run-for-his-money glasses after this week}

in short i can't cram another detail into my brain..

but hey its okay, all for the sake of a good grade eh?

{wish i cared about grades&gpas. i just dream about dropping it all and sailing the sea with a boat that has an oven and a fully stock cupboard!}

alright, lets be honest. its time i start kicking ass and taking names. bring it mathematics. oh wait... real housewives is on. curse you bravo!