Happy Birthday My Darling Murph Smurf!
Huzzah! The very talented and gorgeous Miss Megan Ann Rita Murphy turns the big 2-1 today! I'm so excited to see that little slice of heaven this weekend along with a side of my other lovelies. All I know is that one helping never seems to satisfy me. I'm always hungry for seconds when it comes to dishes that spectacular.
Aside from endearing yet seemingly cannibalistic references, I have to say that things have been going a little too smoothly for me lately. It's to the point now where I'm actually suspiciously nervous because I've been getting off to easily. As the previous entry explains, I have been extra spoiled by my family as of late, and I'm so thrilled about seeing everyone this weekend. Plus, classes haven't been nearly as hard as they usually are, and the professors are just getting too nice. For example, yesterday I was taking a midterm and it was already after the time that class was supposed to be over when about 5 or 6 other students and myself were frantically trying to finish our test. Our professor calmly asks if were almost done, and then says that another class won't be in that room for over an hour and a half, so we can feel free to use up that time if we wanted to. He then said that he had to go to a meeting, so he left a group of us in the room taking a midterm, with the door closed, our books in our bags, and completely unsupervised. I had already known that I simply adored this professor, but I was shocked by his level of trust in us. I think everyone else was pretty impressed as well, and from what I saw, no one looked the least bit interested in cheating. Walking back to my room, I was in a pretty good mood because of my dear professor's generosity and the relief that the test was over, so I figured that things were kind of at a high point at that moment. Then, somehow, I mysteriously had a dozen long-stem roses delivered to my door. Apparently, there was some confusion at the post office; ) None-the-less, I decided to keep the flowers anyways, as long as it NEVER ever happens again. Plus, I was later informed by our thoughtful Kathy that Conan is coming to Chicago, so I have a chance, even if it might be a slim one, of finally getting to meet my idol! Well, I guess that the point of all this is that I really feel bad that it seems like I'm trying less this semester, but things are somehow getting easier. I am just completely baffled as to what's going on, and all I can help feeling is that these good things should be happening to people who really deserve them. To be clear, I am not fishing for compliments here or calling a pity party to order, so I'm not looking for anyone to try and be nice and attempt to convince me that I shouldn't feel bad or anything like that. I do support anyone, though, if they would like to get anything off their chest to just go ahead and let me have it. Since things have been going a little too well for me, without me doing anything to deserve it, I feel that it's only in nature's best interest that the balance is maintained. Therefore, please, leave a comment telling me that you're really disgusted at how my second toe is decidedly longer than my big one or that the sound of my voice is more piercing than a cat being strangled by Baby Bigfoot or that you get really irritated how I babble on and on, such as I am doing right now, or anything that has been bothering you. An added bonus for those who will be seeing me is that I encourage you to just go ahead and jack me right in the face. Please, I insist. I welcome all verbal and physical jabs, so don't hold back. I thank you all in advance for your participation : )
Aside from endearing yet seemingly cannibalistic references, I have to say that things have been going a little too smoothly for me lately. It's to the point now where I'm actually suspiciously nervous because I've been getting off to easily. As the previous entry explains, I have been extra spoiled by my family as of late, and I'm so thrilled about seeing everyone this weekend. Plus, classes haven't been nearly as hard as they usually are, and the professors are just getting too nice. For example, yesterday I was taking a midterm and it was already after the time that class was supposed to be over when about 5 or 6 other students and myself were frantically trying to finish our test. Our professor calmly asks if were almost done, and then says that another class won't be in that room for over an hour and a half, so we can feel free to use up that time if we wanted to. He then said that he had to go to a meeting, so he left a group of us in the room taking a midterm, with the door closed, our books in our bags, and completely unsupervised. I had already known that I simply adored this professor, but I was shocked by his level of trust in us. I think everyone else was pretty impressed as well, and from what I saw, no one looked the least bit interested in cheating. Walking back to my room, I was in a pretty good mood because of my dear professor's generosity and the relief that the test was over, so I figured that things were kind of at a high point at that moment. Then, somehow, I mysteriously had a dozen long-stem roses delivered to my door. Apparently, there was some confusion at the post office; ) None-the-less, I decided to keep the flowers anyways, as long as it NEVER ever happens again. Plus, I was later informed by our thoughtful Kathy that Conan is coming to Chicago, so I have a chance, even if it might be a slim one, of finally getting to meet my idol! Well, I guess that the point of all this is that I really feel bad that it seems like I'm trying less this semester, but things are somehow getting easier. I am just completely baffled as to what's going on, and all I can help feeling is that these good things should be happening to people who really deserve them. To be clear, I am not fishing for compliments here or calling a pity party to order, so I'm not looking for anyone to try and be nice and attempt to convince me that I shouldn't feel bad or anything like that. I do support anyone, though, if they would like to get anything off their chest to just go ahead and let me have it. Since things have been going a little too well for me, without me doing anything to deserve it, I feel that it's only in nature's best interest that the balance is maintained. Therefore, please, leave a comment telling me that you're really disgusted at how my second toe is decidedly longer than my big one or that the sound of my voice is more piercing than a cat being strangled by Baby Bigfoot or that you get really irritated how I babble on and on, such as I am doing right now, or anything that has been bothering you. An added bonus for those who will be seeing me is that I encourage you to just go ahead and jack me right in the face. Please, I insist. I welcome all verbal and physical jabs, so don't hold back. I thank you all in advance for your participation : )