what do you want for breakfast? GUMMI BEARS!!!

Holy cow, what a day it has been. It all started at 7 a.m. when I woke up. Yes you all heard me right, 7 a.m., that is early, I mean the sun still hasn't really come out yet, was I crazy for taking an 8 a.m. class or just a little retarded? So yes I had my 8 a.m. class, Accounting 200 with the always popular Norm Nemrow! He is a classy man, and by classy I mean a little crazy. Here is a break down of my notes from the class:

- If you are a freshman don't take this class, you are not competent enough yet to deal with it.
- If you don't need this class for your major/minor, you're a moron for taking this class.
- If you take this class and fail then 1.) obviously accounting isn't your thing 2.) you can't do simple math because that is all this class deals with and/or 3.) you're just a lazy person who has no form or schedule or motivation (probably the category I will fall into).
- You are wasting thousands and thousands of dollars donated through tithing if you don't take your time at BYU serious. Also find a wife.
**class bell rings, time to leave**
- Oh and by the way you have a quiz due tomorrow night!

I woke up at 7 for that?

Anyway I then had my Math 110 class at noon which was stellar, I am banking on my roommates Stephen and Ross to get me an A in that class. It's all on them if I fail.

Now it is 4, I haven't eaten since breakfast, cinnamon life!!! you're all haters if you don't like cinnamon life, and I have to be at work until 1 am, or so I thought...

11 1/2 hours pass....

It is 3:30 am, time to go home!

4:00 am, I knew that Dr. Pepper I drank was a bad idea, now I can't sleep and I just walked into my room only to have my roommate Dirty Dan sit up in his bed, call me baby, then lay back down. Uhhh... no comment. I'm going to just assume he was dreaming of Sierra. WELL... here is my suggestion for the day, go watch cloudy with a chance of meatballs, I loved it and so will you or else you have no soul, like bears, ginger kids and Ewoks.

Night!

~Bracken Rawlings