BYU and No-Shave-November don't go well together. It's a lot of guys with creeper stashes. Super nasty.
Jenna was in bed by nine last night, something I failed to notice as I was in the library doing homework until eleven. I got to bed around midnight, midnight thirty and was rudely awakened at five. By what, you might ask? By Jenna cleaning. It's five in the morning and you're cleaning. Pardon me for being so shocked at your dedication to maintaining a clean living environment but what are you doing?! Sometimes her habits of being completely inconsiderate and inconvenient shock me. Am I the only person who would never dream of waking up at five, turning on half the lights (I kid you not, half the lights), and proceed to vigorously clean the crap out of every corner of the room? Please tell me I'm not abnormal for never doing that.
Now I'm tired and cranky. Really cranky. Like, I slept very little, I look awful, my hair's a mess, I have no clean clothes, the homework is piling up and I'm stressed out of my mind cranky. And my Dad won't stop texting me. Shut. Up. Father. We're not best friends.
I'm going to the temple at four. This is no mood to go to the temple in. But I need to go so badly. I need that break! Lord, grant me patience before I witch-slap someone.
