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This week

I read the best. Book. Ever. Like, I've already re read it twice. It's a problem. It's getting its own post

Went on a scholarly night on the town. Went to a play with my honors class, talked to people I've never talked to before, and briefly got to see my old roommates. Don't worry, the plays getting its own post as well.

Wrote nine pages of my novel. 

Slept, I mean watched conference. (I prefer to read the talks and not have spiritual overload.)

Went to institute with Sammy and my sister! It was great, Sammy was eating it up, I felt so so so proud when he answered a question. Apparently, Sammy likes the deep allegories that everyone else struggles with. 

Scared my boss by jumping out of some boxes. It was epic. 

Discovered strawberries don't taste nice microwaved.

Stayed up till midnight working out and dusting because I had so much energy from sleeping through conference. I was going to play wii fit as well, but the remote needed batteries and I knew the dog would bark if I dared get batteries. But I killed a moth in one swing! 

Scheduled a meeting with a wedding photographer. Tomorrow I'm booking the church and then I shall announce our wedding day! 

Cleaned my room. This was a three hour process.

Sammy learned that sometimes dogs eat string or hair, so then when they do their business, it just hangs there awkwardly and yeah. We then took turns shaking the dogs bum for her. Ok actually I did that and he just laughed.

Then Sammy took my dog for a walk. He wore her out good!

My mom washed my hair. It was the best feeling ever. I then straightened it. Also, I will be a u of u fan forever. I spent my first months of live in the married dorms on campus after all. 

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