I wonder if I've been changed in the night? ...if I'm not the same, the next question is 'Who in the world am I?' Ah, that's the great puzzle!

Who in the world am I?! That is the question of the day. Last night I went to bed, feeling like I always do. Granted, I was a little buzzy from the creative array of study snacks that I plowed my way through with my econ homework last night (banana, grapes, chips with salsa and cream cheese (Phillie of course), some Reese's Cereal, and two pudding snacks)(tangent--they need to make those puddings snacks bigger, or I need to learn not to inhale them in three spoonfuls :). Anyways, I attribute my snacking-buzz to those three little letters that have the ability to change me in the night quite instantly--PMS.


Yep, there it was lurking all week and then whaaaaaaaaaaamooo! I'm a hysterical (on so many levels) witch. I swear, everyone's heads have turned into big red bulls-eyes. No one has done anything to me, but I am ready to blow just about all of them away. It's a miracle no one is dead. I can see the headline now, BYU UNDERGRADUATE SNAPS--FOUR INNOCENT BYSTANDERS TRAGICALLY LOST IN THE UPHEAVAL. The picture off to the side would look something along these lines:
My melt down would then be turned into some sort of case study for a bunch of psychology students working on their capstone projects (prompted by the fact that the only four people that tragically died were men.)--and there I would stay locked on the twelfth floor of the Kimball Tower with the lab rats. It would be a tragic end to my sparkling future which I have been avoiding at all costs with a solid diet of chocolate--in fact, I am off to get some fudge right now. A lot of fudge, it's the only way to save humankind.

And if anyone asks . . .



That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.