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Sometimes I have so many things I want to say, but then I remember all the people who know this website. For some reason it's easier knowing people that don't know me read this then people who know me, see me on a daily basis. Oh well. This is my blog, my space, a place to put my thoughts that I'm comfortable sharing. If you have a problem with that, then don't read. That's all.

The only time I drink pop is if I'm about to puke/just puked/feel like I'm going to puke and need a placebo effect. The only reason this little secret is on here is because I found a picture of me and the pepsi Sammy brought me during my Physics puking sessions, and I feel like people read blog posts with pictures more often then long rambling ones without words.

I have a really awesome picture of my roommate and I when we both wore the same brand of jeans and same color shirt without seeing each other. Unfortunately it's on my camera, and the upload cord is back in my dorm. One picture is of our butts because you have to see how our pockets match!

I went home on Tuesday. Finished my last final around eleven that night. Now I get to relax at home for the next month. Well, except for the days I have to work. But that's ok.

I stopped going to the singles ward. I'm back in the family ward. I gave the singles a try, and it was a great experience but it's just not for me. I'm glad I went the time that I did though, but there have just been way too many lessons back in the family ward the last three weeks I've been there that have been just. for. me. It's crazy really.

I'm currently filling out a transfer application to BYU. And some other Utah schools as well. Not looking forward to the interviews. Or going back to my high school to get more transcripts. They better not make me pay the $5 fee again.

I've started my own food storage. Figured I might as well get a head start on that while I don't have lots of bills to pay and such. It's quite exciting every time I toss another packet of Ramen in my tub. Tomorrow, I'm going grocery shopping with my new food storage I set myself!

I might buy some red lip tint. Is that what it's called? That stuff that tints your lips and stays on longer than lipstick. Might go get some of that.

I played MASH today at work for the first time since, like, third grade. I still haven't learned desirable car names since third grade. Which resulted in me saying. "Hey, I always hear about Honda Civics. Put that down. And a smart car. And a hummer. Oh, and a mustang."

I got a bit snippy with customers today who kept asking me where the buy back was. Right after I very loudly explained to the person in front of them where it was. I made a sign that said END OF THE FOOD COURT BEHIND THE SALAD BAR. People either don't know how to read or aren't very observant because they still kept asking.

Those are my secrets today. What are yours?

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