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Dear Blog,

Sometimes, things happen that have to stay between my diary and me. Or is it a journal? How do you know which is which? I don't write Dear Diary before everything, but I feel like diary is a cuter word than journal. But great things are coming. Maybe you will get the privilege of knowing sometime soon as well.

Somethings I can tell you are, I'm weird. Every night before bed, even if I've gone pee five minutes before, I have to go again seconds before I actually get in bed. If I don't I just lay there and feel like a big bag of urine. Haha! Thankfully my roommate doesn't say anything about my weird trait. 

Yesterday I cleaned the entire dorm. And for some reason it made me really happy. Future children, please take note, this will probably never happen again. 

They had scones today for lunch. I was so happy because I love scones. 

I am a homebody. I love being at home. Whether that be my dorm or my home, I like being there. It's hard to get me to go out if you're not my bestest friend or family. People think I'm not having fun, but oh I am. I am perfectly content with my homebody ways. Please don't try to change me. 

This makes me laugh. Please take note of the afro, unbuttoned shirt, and gold chain. Oh and the girl in each arm. I wish I'd been as cool as the bestby in middle school. ;) 


I haven't watched any tv shows in about a month and I"M STILL ALIVE!!!! I did see the Avengers this weekend, but exceptions must be made for Robert Downing Jr. And Chris Hemsworth. And that Hawkeye guy. 

The bestby's brother has a girlfriend. It's very weird. I can't believe he's the same age as I was when Sammy and I met. But our story will never be topped so that is that. She's a freshman though, so I'm a little worried for her. I know I couldn't have handled anything like that when I was a freshman. But, it's not my relationship so I'll butt out. 

Oatmeal with dehydrated apples in it is DELICIOUS! The apples hydrate when the oatmeal cooks and it's amazing. Best breakfast ever. 

Well, that's it for now. :)

Sincerely, Kylee


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  1. KathyOctober 2, 2012 at 8:50 PM

    I love you, Kylee. I do hope that good things are headed your way.

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