Finals Week. Feat. Court & Bai

This will be my last time listening to this song as a student. We've got this guys. Finals week is almost over. 

p.s. I've never slapped Sharwan's hand for luck before a test. Today, I will give Sharwan a little love. 

The to-do list of a graduate.

TO DO:

• Spend as much possible time with my people. 
• Make the snow melt. 
• Fly kites. And sidewalk chalk.
• Eat at all my favs in Cedar. 
• Make one more fort in my living room. 
• Tag the sheep tunnels.
• Make two batches of cookies and deliver happiness. 
• Stay up late every night.
• Get a killer dress for graduation.
• Finish 20 million homework assignments. 
• Passport. Passport. Passport! 
• Grad announcements & thanks yous. 
• Maybe like..get a job.  
• Eat Lunch.
• Walk under the Bell Tower.

And.........

• Graduate. 

14 days. 22 hours. 40 minutes people. 

The Proposal.

I was just sitting in the Rotunda today, like any other Thursday, chatting with a friend.

And then I heard the music. I instantly looked toward the west and saw him coming up the stairs. All black suite. Handsome as ever. Rose in hand. My heart stopped. Was this really the moment?

Then I was lifted up, in my chair! And taken to the center of the Rotunda. Seconds seemed like forever as he grabbed 10 single roses, making his way toward me. He got down on one knee, handed me the elegant roses, and with the sweetest words recited, "Oh darling, I love you so much. Will you  marry me?"

Time froze....

What are you lines Jenna. What are your lines?! Oh yeah..."YES!" 

Of course I was supposed to say yes. What was a mock proposal PR stunt without the yes? 

The rest of the stunt went off quite well. We talked about how I don't have time to plan a wedding. He said there was a bridal showcase. We rode off into our decorated car with hearts all over it. Blah. Blah. Blah.  And the whole school thought for about 10 seconds that I was getting engaged.  

I would just like everyone to know that I am NOT engaged. Although we planned a stellar proposal (future Mr. take notes) and Ryan is a hunk, we're not getting married. But I am here to tell you that there is a 

Brides Unlimited Showcase from 2-6 PM in the Hunter Conference Center tomorrow 

sponsored by Power 91 and Wedding Decor & More.

And if you are in Cedar, you should definitely come. Because this was my first PR stunt for my first real PR campaign. I know you are going to say, "But Jenna, I'm not getting married." Or, "But Jenna, I've already been married." I don't care. I just got engaged. Fake engaged. So you can come and win some cool prizes. Married. Not married. Gonna get married. Brides Unlimited is the place to be. 

And I know you are all dying to see my proposal. So I will post a video shortly.

And remember. Jenna is still single.  

spring break coma

according to wiki: (the best and only valuable source on the web)

coma is the state of unconsciousness lasting more than six hours, in which a person: cannot be awakened; fails to respond normally to painful stimuli, light or sound; lacks a normal sleep-wake cycle; and does not initiate voluntary actions.

i fell into a state of coma. spring break coma. many college students, [[especially senior college students]] suffer from this form of coma. and i am here today to say that this condition is real.

i recently suffered from spring break coma as i tried so hard to come back to reality after an amazing week in california. but i fell victim, as many students do following the days of s.b.

1. i was practically unconscious the entire day from 7 AM - 8 PM because i was so tired. (that is more than the minimum 6 hours to be declared comatose. that is 8 hours.)
2. i was not able to respond to painful stimuli such as homework, readings, and doing my hair.
3. there is absolutely  no normal sleep-wake cycle after a full week of spring break. it is all sleep.
4. there were no voluntary actions initiated besides putting on sweats and eating cadbury eggs.

let's hope for a speedy recovery. i have to wake up to graduate. which is 44 days away. but who's counting.

when i wake up, i'll tell you all about the trip. i got into disneyland for $31. and i wore a cat shirt.

so when i began doing my research on coma, i really, #honestly thought the word was acoma. but contrary to my popular belief, it is really just coma. but the word 'a' is often used in sentences with coma. for example: "i fell into acoma a coma." much like the sentence: "i fell into a dog." not the same. okay. but you get it. i am smrt. 

death by snowshoes.

fresh white powder. moonlit sky. good company. what isn't to love?

don't let the picture deceive you. i died that night. it was death by snowshoes. 

have you ever been snowshoeing?
did you know that it's the equivalent of having your legs filled with concrete and dragging them through wet sand while your sweat is instantly freezing on your forehead .

okay. so it wasn't that bad. i'm really glad that we snowshoed eight miles in the middle of the night during the dead of winter through fresh powder. 

but. i crossed it off my bucket list. and now my thighs and calves are buff.  

in all seriousness, i took a moment to catch my breath that night and experience the beauty and majesty of God's creations. i love nature. i love my friends. i don't love the cold. and i love that i can say i snowshoed eight miles. uphill. both ways. it was so worth it.

what's your hardest work out experience? have you had a better snowshoeing experience? what should my next outdoor adventure be?