Finals!

Wow. I haven't changed my blog in forever. It's finals...and I barely have time to do anything! It's still Snowing here in Logan. Wish the summer would finally decide to come! Snow and tests. Man life is good. I get a new car this weekend. Dan is downsizing and I'm upgrading. My red car's brakes are not doing well. They've gone out twice in the last 2 months. Dan wants me to get a more reliable car... and well it's easy for me to agree. His yellow charger is going back to the store and we are both getting more affordable vehicles. I found a 2000 BMW for only 9,400! I'm excited. I may get it this weekend. Keeping our finger crossed! I better get to class!

Poor Daniel!

I had an awful night about a week ago. I was asleep.. Daniel got home from work and was probably just getting ready for bed. I woke up to the sound of him dressing, or undressing and all I could hear was this awful tearing, ripping, shreading sound. I felt miserable, my head was pounding and the sound was so LOUD. I don't remember what I said, but Dan told me to get up and go to the bathroom (I always have to go, seriously!) I crawled on my hands and knees over the blankets on the bed, glaring angrily through the darkness at him and his shreading sounds.

In my night time stupor: I pictured him wearing a shirt of duck tape and imagined him tearing it apart! I then lunged forward and tried to hit him! I drunkily missed him by a long shot... I don't know why or where it came from! Oh.. In the next few minutes Dan's good mood had deflated. I still didn't know what was going on. My mind was clogged and muddled. Finally I was awake enough to ask him what was wrong. I had the adacity to ask him what was wrong with him!! It was then that I realized that I was being a total jerk and didn't even realize it. I wanted to laugh when he told me the ripping sound was actually his old tshirt that was growing way too old to wear and he was ripping it off to be funny.

Poor Dan! I couldn't believe I acted like i did. (Like another person) Kinda reminds me of the time Anne punched me in the face in the middle of Sacrament meeting. (a whole other story). Well, I told him everytime I remembered the incident how sorry I was, that I didn't know what came over me. Lucky for me, he's quick to forgive. Weird story I know.. I can understand if you don't have any comments!