hallelujah.

You might be sick of hearing people talk about finals week...so I'm sorry to jump on that bandwagon. But you want to know WHY people can't stop talking about finals? Because finals week is both sickeningly stressful and unimaginably relieving. Seriously. Finishing finals is right up next to my wedding day. And Red Mango. And Paige jeans.

You with me now?

Ah. I'm just so glad to be done. I've been awake since 5:00 a.m. YESTERDAY morning. 33 hours and counting. So I'm still a bit frazzled, but feelin pretty good nonetheless.

To celebrate I think I will blast some tunes, clean my apartment, and do a little jig. Or a big jig--maybe even on my kitchen counter. Non-stressed Regan can be pretty spontaneous you know.

Oh, but let me tell you about a little incident that occurred yesterday. It was about 2:00 p.m. and I had been up since 5:00 a.m. (which, considering the sleep-deprived state I'm in now, doesn't seem all that dramatic). I was studying in the library when I decided to take a little cat nap (I was in my own little cubby/desk section--mostly hidden. So yeah sleeping in the library is weird, but it wasn't THAT weird). Anyway, I set my alarm on my phone thinking that it would just go off for a second, I would wake up in time to swiftly turn it off before drawing attention to myself, and all would be well.

Here's how it went instead:

Alarm goes off.
I wake up.
I try to turn said alarm off.
BOTH OF MY ARMS ARE ASLEEP.
Alarm keeps blaring.
I turn bright red.
Still can't get my arms to function well enough to turn off alarm.
Alarm still going....
Finally. Get it turned off.

And, so you're picturing this correctly, I'm sure my hair was in a lovely post-nap afro, I probably had a huge, red, I've-been-laying-on-my-desk stamp on my forehead and--although I'm pretty confident this wasn't the case--I might have been drooling.

Let's just say I was, for dramatic purposes.

Lovely, huh?

Pretty sure everyone wanted to shoot me. And I'm pretty sure my alarm was ten times louder than normal.

Oh well. Finals are done. My alarm is off. Time to get dancin.

Hope you all are having a lovely time as well.

frazzled

Today I look like one of those girls that gets married and then completely gives up any attempt to look at all attractive/feminine.

Lay off.

It's finals.

Sometimes I wish...

I was one of those people who spent all their time being chic and craftsy and watching foreign movies (and actually enjoying them).
And I spoke five different languages and had a plethora of brilliant movie quotes ready for any given situation.
And I had bouncy, shiny hair that made people stop and say, "Oohhh. Check out that shiny hair."
And I cooked. (I was going to say I wish I cooked delicious, fancy, five-course meals. But I should start with just cooking period).
And I liked eating healthy.
And I was one of those people that could work out, shower and be ready by 8:00 a.m. (also, I wish I could wake up in the morning without thinking swear words).
And I thought training for a marathon was a piece of cake.
And I got 100% on every exam and assignment.
And I was an incredibly talented writer.
AndI liked exotic foods.
And I didn't revert to my awkward junior high mannerisms when in an uncomfortable situation.
And I could drink coffee (just because it looks sophisticated).
And I could find time to work in soup kitchens and save the world.
And I had read every booker prize book winner.
And I could play guitar and sing.
And I was the most incredible female athlete to grace Utah's presence.

But most of the time I'm pretty happy just living my life.
Going to school and work and living in the library, visiting my apartment on occasion.
Laughing a lot because Conlin is a goof.
And dancing on my counter then leaping off, impressing Conlin with my dance moves but smashing my shin on a sharp corner and pretending like it didn't hurt because that would just add to the ridiculousness of my situation (but Conlin smiling because he knows my shin hurt).
And eating macaroni and cheese for dinner and gagging down green drink in the mornings.
And being tired all the time.
And dancing to music in my shower in the middle of the night, because I need to wake up and finish my homework.
And just being pretty normal.