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Sunday

Sunday is a special day its the day, oh wait, that primary song was written about Saturdays. Oh well. I like Sundays. Most of the time. It's been a little rough lately because I just don't know where I belong. Once again my cool sunday school teacher got released, lame. I know I know, I need to make my friends my own age but I really liked talking to her and hearing her stories. And I hate change. And I just got used to my old awesome sunday school teacher being gone. :( Sad day.
But yeah, I'm just kind of sick of being with kids who still think it's cool to throw paper airplanes. Haha!  So I went to Relief Society a few times and I didn't feel like I belonged there either. Don't get me wrong everyone's so nice there and I love hearing all their stories, I just still didn't feel like that was where I was supposed to be. So then I tried out the singles ward. And that was really really different. Cool, but different. And I didn't get that, I belong here feeling. If that makes sense. Oh wait, this is my blog, it doesn't have to make sense to you just me! Muhahaha! Still trying to figure it out. I soooooo can't wait to graduate. But then everything will be different. Sigh, I need to get better with different things.

I got released as the laurels class prez. It was fun while it lasted, but I couldn't wait to be released. I was slowly turning into the mean class president and just couldn't handle it anymore. Man, this senioritis ruins everything. I know, I use that as an excuse for everything but I only get to be a senior in high school once. I wont be able to use it again till I'm like sixty! But now I'm the secretary and it seems like I'll be even more involved then I was as the president. I'll try to do a good job to make up for my slacking! I will be a better secretary!

Whenever I go to the grocery store and I walk in the produce section I'm always wowed by all the pretty colors and different vegetables there are out there. And then I always get the urge to be a chef and know how to use them all! Well, today, my mom and I made eggs with
 ¡¡¡¡¡¡GREEN PEPPER AND GREEN ONIONS!!!!!
It was so exciting. I felt like I was Rachel Ray or something, cutting up those veggies. My heart was racing and it was like AHHHH!! I felt so accomplished, throwing vegetables into otherwise ordinary food.

The end of the onion was creeping me out.

Look how beautiful they are!

That's right, I cut that up myself!

Doesn't that look so good?!?
You're probably wondering where the picture of the final product is. Well, yeah, it tasted so delicious and I was so excited that I ate it without taking one. But that's ok! Because I'm definitely making this again! It tasted like quiche but only took about ten minutes to make. So. Exciting. 

I hope cooking is always this exciting.

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  1. JeanetteMarch 12, 2012 at 10:38 AM

    You should try to figure out what student ward you will be in at UCD and check that one out. I LOVED the student ward.

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