this is my dream come true.

time to get crazy.

so i turned 21. now i'm legally allowed to do all the things i'm not allowed to do anyway! regardless of the rather anti-climatic mormon 21st birthday, i still managed to have a righteously good time. we celebrated my ascension into adulthood by having a white trash birthday bash--complete with homemade white trash costumes and a homemade beer/fresca can helmet. we also had some really classy snacks, such as ritz crackers topped with easy-cheeze, twinkies, and root beer kegs. you better believe it was a hootin-hollerin' good time.

and on the actual day of my birth, we celebrated with cake and presents for meeeee.

going private.

ok so i've been getting some pretty heinous anonymous comments lately, so i'm taking my blog private. send me your email if you'd like to continue reading the adventures of my life.

funny.

i would like my future children to be like this child.

whitney's legal!

so today is whitney's birthday. i like her. so i'm writing a blog about how much i like her. whitney, when you read this, you should know that i like you.

anyway, we had a party last night. and it was pretty hoppin'. whitney was scared no one would come, but as it turns out, she's a pretty popular girl. scratch that. popular WOMAN. she's 21 now.

i'm definitely not having visions of sugarplums...

so apparently i talk in my sleep. a lot. like pretty much every night. my roommate will give me reports each morning about what i did and said. usually it involves me laughing out loud in my sleep, which is pretty creepy if you think about it. imagine you're sleeping, it's the middle of the night, it's dark, and you're kind of out of it. all the sudden you hear someone laughing. CREEPY. yeah. i guess i'm a creeper. i also have full-on conversations, sit up in my bed, and turn lamps on and off.

according to webmd.com, causes of sleep-talking are...

Other things that can cause sleep talking include:

* certain medications
* emotional stress
* fever
* mental health disorder
* substance abuse

i'm pretty sure i'm not on any medication, i don't have a mental health disorder, i'm not currently abusing any substances, and the only cure for the fever i've got is more cowbell. that leaves emotional stress. which makes sense, since my life is currently at the mercy of school and work.

anyway, the point is: i'm a crazy person when i sleep. aaaand maybe when i'm awake. the jury is still out on that one.

i'm not dead.

so in recent weeks (and in many weeks to come), my life has been dedicated almost entirely to making lesson plans, grading papers, grading tests, making lesson plans, grading tests, grading papers, and every once in a while i get an hour or so to do some of my own homework. aka i have no life during the week. and mostly not on the weekends either. except for every once in a while, like this weekend we went to a birthday party where a spontaneous dance party broke out. it was much needed, i assure you.

so here's some proof for the world that i'm not dead, contrary to popular opinion and the deathly palor of my skin. seriously, i need sun.