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This week

I started a new story. It's even a little bit fantasy. I'm getting really excited about it.

I discovered the art of the blow dryer and diffuser. I'm loving my hair now! Curls, curls, curls.

I love this outfit. Yes, I took this in a bathroom.
I'm loving wearing jeans. Fall! Yay!

I keep finding awesome crockpot recipes I want to try out.

Getting sang to in Primary is the awkwardest thing ever. Hello, I'm a giant over here standing next to the other birthday girl!

It's my birthday week. I convinced Sammy that since we don't celebrate Hanukah, that I should get an entire birthday week and it'll balance out in the end.

I'm loving my lit class, hating public health and economics o life.

Someone who has crazy anxiety should not take public health. It's like Web M.D but, for everything. I thought I had lymphoma earlier this week. And I gave myself the symptoms of heart disease with my mind. Oh silly mind.

I really loved this quote. This is something I've always struggled with. Whenever I'm having a bad day or upset about something, I felt like I wasn't allowed to feel sad, wasn't allowed to feel anything. But, that's crap. It's important to deal with your emotions, otherwise they show up in other places. Like anxiety. It's ok to feel sad about things. Just like it's ok to feel happy about things.
I finished a novel that was purely description with little plot. and. I actually liked it. I'm growing up! Hahaha.

There are going to be crazy socks at my wedding. It is going to rock.

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