i woke up feeling like i'd stayed up all night watching 30 rock, but i didn't. it's awful.

jude woke me up at 6:30 this morning

by pulling my hair and squawking.

at least she's cuter and cuddlier than a rooster.

we were fed, dressed (read: still pajamas)

and ready for the day by 7:30.

jude and i snuggled on the floor

and fell asleep to daniel tiger telling us to help each other 

for fifteeen beautiful and ridiculously short minutes.

jude woke me up from my nap dream

by pulling my hair again.

daniel tiger's mom taught us to

"use your wooooords.

use your words."

daniel tiger is basically raising jude today

since i'm a total zombie mess.

don't babies know when they have a hard night's sleep,

their parents have a hard night's sleep?

and don't they know that means you're not supposed

to want to do anything the next day?

why can't babies appreciate netflix marathons?

these are the questions we really need answered,

neil degrasse tyson. 

wiiknd: pregnancy is glamorous.

sunday morning i woke up at 6:30

with an empty stomach and a full bladder.

i walked straight to the fridge,

ate a piece of cold, yet delicious, crazy bread

and drank egg nog straight from the carton.

then, with my bladder nigh unto bursting,

i waddled to the whiz palace 

and did my thang.

by the time i got back to bed,

i was too awake from snacking and restrooming

to go back to sleep.

i played pop cat until cory woke up

and forced my half-asleep baby daddy

 to scratch my pregnant back.

this insomnia thing is getting out of control.

when i can't sleep i like to pass the time 

by writing messages

on the walls of our bathtub.

in the beginning,

cory and i had a cute

time traveler's wife-esque dialogue.

i'd write something he'd find before he left for work

and he'd write something i'd find when i woke up. 

i had a particularly rough night last week.

i tossed and turned.

i adjusted, i twisted, i plumped pillows,

i beat my high score on tetris.

nothing.

with nothing left to do,

i went to the bathroom.

i sat on the edge of the tub 

and looked at my blank canvas.

once i started,

i couldn't stop.

when cory got back from work that day,

i asked him what he thought about my "art."

he looked at me and said,

"brissa,

it went from being cute and sweet 

to 'a beautiful mind'. 

i opened up the shower curtain

and got a little scared.

i literally thought you were a crazy person."

moral of the story:

bathtub messages are only cute

when done in moderation

and don't include drawings titled, 

"sad running man."

today i'm tired.

even though i slept i feel like i'm running on empty.

i have too much to do

and not enough time to do it.

all i want to do is sleep for three days.

but i can't.

at least not until finals are over

and i get my life back.

on a sidenote: i am very proud of the fact that i 

put on my war-paint* in my cubicle at work 

without anyone walking past/noticing.

here's my secret: i'm a ninja.

*make-up. for obvious reasons. 

warm thermos. cold hands.

i stayed up until at least 3:37 last night.

i fell asleep to the light of my disco ball.

i'm barely here today.

i feel like a liquid floating around my body.

it's hard to explain.

it's even weirder to feel.

i could really go for some chicken nuggets right now.

and some strawberries, fried pickles and an avocado.

but mostly a pineapple. 

from that stand on the side of the road

 in hawaii circa 2006. 

so nice. so fresh. 

like a knife through butter

just got caught up on the bachelor.

and let me tell you, it was spicy!!!

the teasers looked soo good.

i just wish crazy face michelle would leave.

i'm tired and wish i could sleep.

oh the joys of being a college student.

is anyone else experiencing this crazy wind?!

it's like mother nature has it out for us!

i wish i were joking when i say it cuts but i'm not.

this bitter wind slices through my layers like 

{insert witty/original slicing reference, i'm too tired to try/care}

on a sidenote: i love this video

waah.

i can't sleep.

i can't sleep.

i can't sleep.

i can't sleep.

i can't sleep.

i can't sleep.

i can't sleep.

i can't sleep.

i can't sleep.

fail.

last night a took a melatonin so i could sleep.

i took it around twelve:thirty.

i woke up at eleven:fifty this morning thinking it was monday.

unfortunately i'm still tired.
and it's definitely tuesday.

boo.

mr. sandman

i just took a two hour nap.

it was delicious.

too bad i'm still tired.

boooo.

i iz tyrd

i'm so tired.

but i can't sleep.

no-sir-ee.

i've got homework. 

cleaning.

rockband.

3weuiodfjaksd;f

iz jus wan 2 sliip.

plz hlp mii.

naaaaaaaa si vena bela ee si ma ba.

benya aaah.

it's the lion king song.

...duh...

sleepy time

yesterday my friend/roommate bethanie burst into the living room and said, 

"ohmygosh!! i forgot to tell you!!"

slightly startled i replied, 

"well, tell me!"

she then went on to tell me the following story:

"you sleep talked again last night.

in spanish...

you were talking so fast i had no idea what you were saying.

then you said 'dos' so i knew it was spanish.

and when you were done you said 

woot wooooooooot!"

coolest.story.ever.

now i know that i sleep talk and apparently dream in espanol.

aaaaaaand even cooler is the fact that

i am so obsessed with baby mama that i even

woot wooooot in my sleep!!!

dilly dally.

i need to stop procrastinating.

every monday and wednesday night

i find myself staying up ridiculously late to do my homework for the next day.

you'd think that after almost four years of college i'd learn to get my work done early.

but sometimes being a kid is just too fun.

uuugh.

sorry that school has sucked up my life this past week.
i feel like i've been going non-stop since monday morning.
i haven't even had time to breathe.
and i need sleep.
lots and lots of sleep.

sorry for being such a grouchy pants.
but that's just what happens.
college makes you cranky.

{photo via. i wish i was creative enough to have created it.}

heil!

this is how i spent my monday.

well.....some of it....

i read {parts} of a biography on good ol' adolf

and wrote a paper about how speaking influenced his life.

poor kid.

he had it pretty good during his teenage years.

actually, he sounded like a spoiled brat.

i would definitely not have been his friend.

well...maaybe i would have been his friend if he painted me something cool...

and if he didn't kill 6 million jews.

but that was after his preppy schoolboy snob years.

possible cause for his anger towards the world:

he didn't get accepted into the art program at school.

that's enough to make any man kill a whole nation.

moral of the story

big a = duh-rama queen.

iz coo....iz skool

I have officially spent way too many hours not sleeping.

Welcome to today. 

Wake up.

Early.

Walk.

Spanish.

Oral Exam.

Ace.

Phone Chat.

Awkward "power nap"

Astronomy. 

Study.

Question.

Freak.

Test next Tuesday.

Home.

Change.

Eat.

Work.

Print & Bind.

Print & Bind.

Print & Bind.

x a billion. 

Home.

Change.

Chat.

Campus.

Print.

Fail.

Add funds.

Print. 

Staple. 

Walk.

Class.

Quiz.

Fake sleep.

Break.

Text.

Listen.

Die.

Sit.

Wait.

Procrastinate.

Blog.

Review.

And it's only 7:45.

The night is young my children...the night is young.

sometimes i...

paint my nails instead of study because "they're going to start chipping."

remember that i'm going to an epic concert tomorrow with my beff.

like to sit on the grass outside and watch life unfold around me.

drink so much water my stomach feels like the ocean.

headbang so hard my neck is sore for days.

get too excited when i have a new follower.

compare apples to oranges {...literally...}

whisper to talk in order to feel like a spy.

pop bubbles with my spearmint gum.

listen to music so loud my ears hurt.

get so excited my voice gets loud.

smile so much my cheeks hurt.

forget how to spell 'cheeks'.

have extreme laughing fits.

avoid doing work.

stay up too late.

am too friendly.

read too much.

can't sleep.

wait.

shmupdate.

i feel guilty for not blogging in such a long time.

but i don't really have anything to update you on.

i was right though.

this weekend was pretty rad.

i didn't get any sleep.

it was awesome. 

k. i'm going to go study.

you know.

put those dollars to use.

exercise my brain cells.

luuuurrrnn.