I get why it's called BOOT camp.

Today was Official Day 3 of SAT Boot Camp.

I now understand why it's called Boot Camp. -- It's because it kicks your butt... with a figurative boot.

It has literally taken over my brain. I seriously said this earlier today:
"No, Phoebe. I have been studying all day! You cannot assuage, allay, placate, mollify, pacify, or calm me down in any way! I am extremely irate right now! So yeah. If I say anything vitriolic in the near future, I apologize."

Needless to say, we've been working on vocab. 40 words a day. And yes, the whole "I no speak English" thing does NOT work here. I tried.

It's no wonder how I ended up on the floor several hours later. I'll explain:

After 4 and a half hours of essays, vocab words, and other things, I came back to the room and watched a movie. Letters to Juliet just happened to be playing on a random channel. Now, keep several things in mind:

1. I am a girl.
2. My brain was mush.
3. I am currently single.
4. I was eating ice cream when it came on.
5. I was sitting on a bed while watching the movie.
6. I had never seen this movie before.
7. "Love Story" by Taylor Swift played in the background of one of the scenes.
8. I was alone in the room.

So, if you put all of these factors together, you get a squealing, depressed-yet-happy, giddy, slightly-retarted, and happy-tear-crying Becky on the ground. (I squealed then fell off the bed in excitement when "Love Story" came on.) I then decided to stay on the ground: half out of laziness and half because it would probably happen again. You laugh, but it's true.

I went from this:

To this:

Then to this:

And FINALLY to this:

In case you are wondering what I look like currently, I probably look some a lot like this:




I hope you like my awesome finger painting skills. I drew this on my phone before uploading it.


OH, and I saw the best rule sign today.

Please take a look at Rule #3:


You can probably see why this easily made my day.

Well, I should probably go do something productive now.... NAH.