200; or, What Finals Hath Wrought

i keep thinking i should probably really update my blog and stuff.
but i don't trust myself to form coherent sentences and coherent ideas and any sort of coherency at all right now.
i thought i was okay.
but no.
you want proof?
this is an excerpt from a letter to a missionary friend i tried to resume today after taking my hardest final this morning (and then studying for another 2 hours straight.)

i finished my first final a few hours ago--sorry if this is a tad... nonsensical and jumbled, but my head isn't quite on straight. and probably won't be for the next few days.
BUT HEY!!!
also i meant to say i don't mind the *truncation <---"intelectual", no? of your letters/thoughts--missionaries don't always have a lot of time. <---evidence of my severe state of mental implosion. what okay that didn't even make any sense.
okay! starting anew! so i just found out that two of my roommates just got jobs working in the MTC cafeteria! if you see a short(ish) girl with big, dirty-blonde hair i just talked to them and i guess they don't actually start work until after you're shipped out west. **that doesn't help the image i'm desperately trying to preserve of sanity and self-possession.
what i was saying about your short letters. i understand even p-days are crazy for you, so no worries. as long as you write me back eventually. even if it is just a line or two.

it was about that point i just decided to give it up and try again tomorrow.

* borderline incorrect usage of that word.
** one of the most terribly-constructed sentences in the english language to date.

so. nothing of interest today.
what a pathetic 200th blog post.
(or is it just pathetic that i have already made it to 200? this this is old like your mom.)

little drummer boy -- josh groban

o little town of bethlehem -- the silver fleece

white christmas -- the oceanauts