School Shmool

so... i am not sure what it is about school that makes me so antsy but... i cannot concentrate. i mean it might be the fact that i am suffering severely from senioritis, or perhaps it is the fact that i feel extremely old (funny story about my age will follow)to be here. whatever it may be i am a loser of a student right now. to illustrate the loserness of my student status at present i have compiled a list of all the ways i have procrastinated or forgotten school altogether:

-watching my roommate's seasons of friends (i have a minor crush on chandler)

-facebook

-other internet findings (postsecret tops this list)

-reading my horoscope

-harry potter and the things they carried are the books that are currently taking me away from school

-cutting my hair and finding cute new ways to wear it

-exercise (this may be more worthy than the rest)

-drawing in class instead of listening (maybe i will scan some of my note/artwork)

-making really artsy to-do lists that seemingly get bigger each day and rarely get any check marks, occasionally i will put eat, and exercise and scripture study so that i get to check something off

-and now this blog

isn't life great....just kidding. i am determined to get better. i want to keep my straight a's which lets face it i won't because i am in math (my arch-nemesis), but it won't be for lack of trying, maybe my list next week will consist of:

-library... check

-no life... check check

funny age story:

so, the first day of school i am waiting for my math class to start (see above for my opinion on math), and this young boy comes and starts talking to me. being that i don't often have boys flirt with me it took me a while to understand that he was actually flirting. in my head i was thinking, "he's 18 and i am 25..." over and over, but none the less it was funny so i went with it. finally, dave (we will call him that because i don't remember his real name) asks me if i am a first semester freshman, "HA, ummm no, i am a last semester senior," was my humored response. i could tell that little dave was a tad-bit weary at this point but kept talking to the older woman anyways. then he looks at me a little quizzically and asks, "why are you in this class?" ugh...ugh. i tell him it is because they have a dumb little rule at byu-i that if you test out of a class that test becomes void when you defer, even if that deferment is for a mission. "ohhhh, so you went on a misssssionnnn?" "yes" "thats cool i guess, sooooo how old ARE you?" "i'm 25" i regrettably and hesitantly replied. i am not sure if i later laughed more at his bulging eyes or the twitching in his legs as he so obviously wanted to flirt no longer and run. which he did... maybe not literally, but he did slowly turn without another word and started talking to someone who i am very sure is his own age... why people think i am so young i will never know, and why they also think that 25=leprosy i will also never know.