In Iowa, it is illegal for a man with a mustache to kiss a woman in public

As a resident of Iowa, I find this shocking! I see mustached men kissing women all the time.. maybe I will have to make a citizen's arrest next time. I had a thought, a day dream if you will. I pictured me, walking down main street in my hometown, and I witness a man with a mustache kissing his wife/girlfriend/whatever. I see this, take off running, and tackel him. "Sir," I will say, "you have broken the law. In Iowa, it is illegal for a man with a mustache to kiss a women in public. To the police station we go!" and I take him to the police station, which so happens to be right across the street. I'm pretty sure that would lead to my arrest also, but it was worth it.

Tonight is New Year's Eve.. the night to party and celebrate the ending of 2009 and the beginning of 2010. Oh yes, I will be celebrating also. I am soon travelling a whole block to my brother's house. There, my sister, sister-in-law, brother-in-law, father, and six nieces/nephews will party it up. Ha, yeah we sure party. At least I'll have a drink or two (don't worry, I'm 21, I promise).

I read an article that tonight is a blue moon, which is the second full moon of the month. Some strange things are going to happen.. dun dun dun. I just pray that everyone I know will be safe. I don't believe in creepy full moon lore (or luck, for that matter) so people will just act weird because they can.

Okay, I guess I have to go. Turns out we're leaving like, right this minute.

French kissing involves all 34 muscles in the face. A pucker kiss involves only two.

I know right? Who would have thought French kissing could be a work out?

Learn something new every day right? True story.

I am officially on break now and couldn't be happier.

Currently, I'm wrapped up in a blanket, sipping hot chocolate and eating star cookies.

I was contemplating a nap, but thought against it.

Who naps?

Which brings me to another random story that happened yesterday..

Tuesday night I didn't get much sleep and woke up Wednesday exhausted.

Finals.. ugh

Plus it doesn't help that the guys that live below me listen to their TV like my granfather..

Max volume.

I got back to my room and wanted to nap. So I set my alarm for 12:45, just a power nap.

Turns out I didn't set my alarm

Woke up at 5:02. That is not a nap! That's like a mini coma!

I mean really, 5 hours..

Today is December 17th 2009. I looked up the "this day in history" and it turns out

today was the day that the Wright Brothers had their first successful flight in 1903

How awesome is that?

I want everyone (or anyone) who reads this blog to do me a favor and check out an acapella group called Straight No Chaser. I only have their Christmas CD but it's so good. I have an obsession with men's singing voices. I could listen to acapella for hours and not get bored.

Their Christmas Can-Can is the funniest Christmas song I've heard in awhile.

My fav Xmas song is Baby It's Cold Outside by Dean Martin.

Oh shoot, now I have to go. I must babysit my little nieces.

Adults can't dream and snore at the same time

I'm thinking of having a random fact as my title every time I blog.

It's just interesting. I didn't know that people can't snore and dream at once.

Sometimes, dreams freak me out. Seriously, I dream about weird things.

Or at least, I think I do. Does anyone actually remember their dreams?

Ha, there is one that sticks in my mind.

I believe I was about eight when I had it. I got out of bed and these little

red devil men were all over my room. But I didn't freaked out.

Instead, I punched each one in the face and they died.

Then I woke up. What does that mean?

Yeah, I don't know either.



Well, it's that time of year. You guessed it..

Finals. The original F word.

Seriously, it's like a curse word..

And when you say it, people know exactly what you're feeling.

"Hey Morgan, how's it going?"

My response? "Finals" and you give the look like.. ugh, shoot me.

And they nod and say, "Yeah I know the what you mean."

I think it's sort of funny, but wrong.



Also, it happens to be that time of year..

CHRISTMAS!

As we all know, this is my favorite of all holidays.

Our dorm room is decked out in lights and we even put

spray on snow on our windows (like we need it, at least two feet of it out there).

I can't wait to go home and see our tree and all the presents.

But that's not what it so important about Christmas.

I went to the candlelight service the other night and Pastor Ramona

brought up an interesting thought.

We all seem to forget about the original reason of Christmas.

I mean, hello? The birth of Jesus? Sort of important right?

Yeah, I think so too.



Sorry, total topic change. Must tell a story.

My roommate and I traveled to Subway the other day and it was freezing (literally) outside.

We walk in, my glasses fog over immediately. I excuse myself to the bathroom, since I must

"use the facilities."

I take off my glasses because I can not see. And I happen to be very blind without them.

I remove my gloves and I believe I see a shelf in the bathroom that I can put my gloves on.

And then my gloves disappeared! It was a magic shelf. It ate them up.
Turns out it was a garbage can and I threw my gloves in the trash. Whoops.



I have to keep this short, since I'm going to bed shortly.

There is a final presentation waiting for me at 8 AM tomorrow morning.

It ought to be interesting.

A presentation Wednesday at 8:30 AM

A presentation Thursday at 12:00

And a test Thursday, the time is undecided.

Then it's break time.



Adios dear bloggers. I will write to you when the time is right.

Which means when I get an internet connection :)



I'll be adding some bits and pieces of papers/stories I've written in the past just because I can. I have to share them with someone!

Also, I love this little poem thing I found about finals three years ago when I was a wee freshman.

Twas the night before finals,
And all through the college,
The students were praying
For last minute knowledge.
Most were quite sleepy
But none touched their beds,
While visions of essays
Danced in their heads.
Out in the taverns
,A few were still drinking,
And hoping that liquor
Would loosen their thinking.
In my own dorm room,
I had been pacing,
And dreading exams
I soon would be facing.
My roommate was speechless,
His nose in his books,
And my comments to him
Drew unfriendly looks.
I drained all the coffee,
And brewed a new pot,
No longer caring
That my nerves were all shot.
I stared at my notes
But my thoughts were all muddy
My eyes went ablur,
I just couldn't study.
"Some pizza might help,"
I thought with a shiver,
But each place that I called
Refused to deliver.
I'd nearly concluded
That life was too cruel,
With futures depending
On grades had in school.
When all of a sudden,
Our door opened wide,
And Patron Saint Put It Of
fAmbled inside.
His spirit was careless,
His manner was mellow,
He looked straight at me,
And started to bellow:
"What kind of studentWould make such a fuss
To toss back at teachers
What they tossed at us?"
"On Cliff Notes! On Crib Notes!
On Last Year's Exams!
On Wingit and Slingit,
And Last Minute Crams!"
His message delivered,
He vanished from sight,
But we heard him laughing
Outside in the night.
"Your teachers have pegged you,
So just do your best.
Happy Finals to All,
And to all a good test."