Early in the Morning, Rising to my Feet

My chemistry exam today went well, I hope. Right now I am working on remembering all the material that is going to be on my Calc II exam tomorrow (which is going to take place at 8:30 in the morning). My question is, why do they make us do math so early in the freaking morning? I cannot tolerate it most of the time and end up falling asleep; what can I do to make the experience better?
In other news, today I found out that the boy I wrote my first two blog posts about was chatting to his new girlfriend (that's right, they are officially "in a relationship" on facebook, something we never were) on facebook the weekend I was gone for the AMSA conference. Maybe I'm reading too much into this, but I'm still kind of mad that I didn't know anything about it. Plus, this girl he's "dating" wouldn't even know good grammar if it bitch-slapped her; I don't know how he can be an English major and tolerate it. O well, I'm almost over it. Stupid boys.
Haha, speaking of boys, this guy I was dancing with at the hip-hop show asked me for my number; we'll see how that plays out. I'll have to look at his facebook before I can decide if anything will happen. Yeah, I'll book your face.
Anyways, for our pre-med AMSA chapter we are now putting on a fashion show for the Fox Foundation for Parkinson's Disease. I volunteered to model the prepster clothes. I'm excited, because my definition of school clothes is jeans+T-shirt = hawt! Haha, not really, but it might as well be.
I made a revelation today that I am now very addicted to regular coffee because I can get it for free at my place of work. It's good because it's free, but this will screw me up when school's over.

Ode to the Pursuit of Happiness
Oh, I linger,
for that last drop
of ground café
to fill my cup.

Daydream Believer

I am the secretary of the student-run drama club at school, called the Jesters. Sometimes being an officer gets me into trouble because I always have to participate in everything and I simply don't have the time for it. This semester we are only doing one festival of one-acts, though, so it's not too bad to learn lines for a 8-page play. I'm doing the Durang play "Words, Words, Words" with a couple of other girls. At first, I was upset because I wasn't at the casting meeting and was immediately put into this play about monkeys typing Hamlet. Obviously, I was not too excited about playing a monkey. Even worse, I was cast as the monkey who flips out, monkey style, and I was not sure I could do that on stage yet. Needless to say, at the first rehearsal I was pretty apathetic, and my castmates were also not very encouraging as monkeys. Before the second rehearsal, though, there was a casting change, and now the president of the club is also a monkey. Because she can get into her part really well, it encouraged me to step outside of my comfort zone and actually become the monkey, which can actually be quite fun if you think about it. Now, I'm actually somewhat proud to be in the monkey play. Sometimes it really is better just to try and stay positive about something that you don't like because you might just change your mind and your views about the people around you.
So now I'm preparing for my "week of hell," as I've so named it. I have three exams and two quizzes this week and I am so mad that my professors all scheduled them within the same five days. At least I don't have anything on Thursday to study for because Wednesday is my busiest day of the week. Hopefully this week goes better than I think it will, because my grades are seriously in danger....damn med school required GPA!!!