After another finals week...

= Yet another late night at the library, = another list of fabulous children's book titles, many of which are very odd:
Chicken Trek
A Kick to the Head
When I Crossed No-Bob
Pigs Ahoy!
Five Alien Elves
Six Haunted Hairdos
Seven Spiders Spinning
I've Painted Everything!
Insects are my Life
The Cereal Box

Also, a list of things I feel one could only overhear at BYU:
"Augh, I don't even want to pee, I'm wearing so many layers. Just wait til you have garments."
"So then we were engaged for like, a week, and then I, like, broke it off, but like I still wanted him around, and he kept calling home and hyperventilating because I couldn't make up my mind, and his family like hates me now, but I just don't love him."
"Dude, did you get any action last night." "Yeah, dude." "Bro, I hope you gave her something to remember you by." "Yeah, dude." (-Two freshmen boys sitting across from me at the library) (= not something you would only overhear at BYU, but it issomething that is made much funnier by the fact that two freshmen boys were having this conversation right across from me.)

Learned maxim of the week: Alas, it again proves true that it is not finals week unless I procrastinate my final paper, stay up until two finishing an essay that I could have finished a week ago, and cram all day for a test that I really should only have studied two hours maximum for.

PEACE OUT, my darlings, and a happy the last day of finals to all.