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The best story ever is ending eve.

It's not a secret I like Twilight. And tomorrow, I'm seeing Breaking Dawn Part Two! With Sammy! No, I do not force him to watch these movies. He wants to see them on his own free will, which is pretty awesome if you ask me. We already have our tickets, and I can't wait! I always said that when the last one came out, I'd be in college, therefore I could go see the midnight premier because I'm an adult and I do what I want.

Which is why I'm going to be getting my sleep tonight because unfortunately, I have class tomorrow, and unfortunately, it requires all my brain power.

But, just two more classes and I get a week off! Well, sort of. I'll be spending most of break working on my first research paper. Blech.

But I still have a whole week off as opposed to only three days, like my siblings.

Twilight ends tomorrow, and I'm a little sad. When Harry Potter ended, that was my childhood ending. Now what's ending? My love of vampire love stories? Nope! Just opportunities to let my inner twilight nerd shine and not be judged for it.

Oh. Just saw some pictures. I'm even more excited now.

What have I been up to lately? Well last week I had a girls night and we built a fort in our living room. A congressman came into the bookstore and was very offended I didn't recognize him from his tv ads that he'd spent two million dollars on. Hello! I'm in college! I don't watch tv! Which means there is no medium for your expensive photos to be in front of my eyes.

I went to the temple with my mom, which was a really fun experience. They let me join another youth group and do some baptisms with them. Still recovering from all the chlorine I swallowed. (I don't feel right about spitting in the temple, so when the water gets in my mouth, down to my stomach it goes.) I had a really cool experience when I was leaving, and finally got the answer to prayers I've needed for so long.

We had a discussion in Anthro today on why there were so many homo hiedelbergensis bones in the same pit. We decided there was a serial killing hiedelbergensis and that was his dumping ground. They also found a very large stone tool in there as well, most likely the murder weapon.

I didn't take any pictures this week. Should probably get on that.

My thighs are getting massive from riding my bike everywhere. Some aliens are probably sizing me up right now, for a plate of nice juicy breaded human thighs. As long as they don't serve me at their version of McDonald's, I think I'll be ok.
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