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So many things going through my mind today.

I wish I was out in Utah with my family right now. I miss them a lot and wish that I was able to be there to pay respects to my great grandma. I'm glad that I got to know her, not many people I know get to even meet their great grandparents. It's so weird, I was just talking to her at my uncle's funeral last month and she seemed right as ever. She made me laugh so hard. She was saying how she just doesn't understand the boys with the long hair, or the girls with hair in their eyes.
"I made sure to make sure you didn't have hair in your eyes before I said that." Hahaha, thanks grandma. She was a fiesty lady.

This Frankenstorm is really freaking me out, and I'm nowhere near the east coast. I'm praying for all of you over there. I'm thankful for prophets who know what's coming and say things to get us prepared. Gordon B. Hinkley warning everyone to get out of debt years before the recession? 72 hour kits? And so so much more? I'm thankful for that. The worlds a scary place. At least there's someone out there.

I miss my doggy.

I may or may not have tried to pet a pigeon today. Multiple times. And gotten cursed at for not knowing how to walk. Hey lady, you don't know me! I love animals! And I know how to walk thank you very much.

Dear narrative teacher, I would say what happened in class today, but then everyone would tell me that I should have gone to BYU. Can I just say that I am impressed with you and my fellow students ability to pull reasons that a scene is 'artistic' and 'a very important part of the movie as a whole' out of your butt? I'm an english major and can appreciate a great artistic scene, but I also know what is crap and doesn't need to be there.

Sammy and I went to Noodles and Co. for lunch to celebrate his birthday. Now, macaroni and cheese and I, we have a love affair. If there's mac and cheese, I'm getting it. I got the spaghetti and meatballs. That's saying something about their spaghetti on my standards.

My roommate and I have been blasting music since nine. I sing the songs while she dances to them. We might have to enter America's Got Talent, we make a pretty interesting pair. Man that girl can dance!

I've pretended that it doesn't bother me, but it really does bother me that I make Sammy's family uncomfortable and they don't want to see me. It's not just them, but it's the whole community as well. If I make them uncomfortable then I can't really go to things over in the community because I was always the guest. Every time I see them all posting on facebook and such it makes me a bit sad. I felt like such a part of that whole community and now I'm the outsider and feel forgotten. Might be a little silly but that's how I've been feeling.

I googled hypo allergenic cats today.

I thought I was going to be having a bout of food poisoning since I ate whipped cream that was pink. I'd forgotten that I'd had a piece of my mom's birthday cake in the fridge for a week.

I attempted to make a meeting with my advisor. She's booked until the 12th, which is when I am allowed to register since I'm an honors student. Darn it.

Sammy just told me he wants to watch Twilight with me again. How many girls have guys who will watch their secret favorite series ever with them, even though they will be judged and made fun of for it? Yeah, not many. He also always notifies me whenever a new clip from the movie is released. Score!

If I don't take a nap, I get really bad headaches. So I had to take a nap today at 6:00 since I'd tried fighting it all day.

It's been seven hours since I last slept. Time to hit the sack. Night!

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