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It's been a really long time since I've been on this thing... wow. And I'm sure no one will really even look at it anyway. But here I am, blogging once more. Sometimes I wonder if a year and a half has really gone by- but I have the worn-out skirts and scriptures to prove it. If not for my red and white memorabilia, I might question where I've been.

Life is normal here at BYU. As a matter of fact, it's about the same, just some new faces. I don't really have a tight group of friends anymore. That's something I'm waiting for to come to me. I have some friends coming home from the mish next week. Maybe that'll help. Or maybe I should just be ultra social again? Who stinkin' knows!

I bid Adieu

Aight folks. I guess this is it. Who knows the next time I can blog? I leave in about four hours for California. I spend one and a half days doing the wedding stuff with Dan and Val, and then I'm back in Provo (or Lehi as it were) for one more night before I hit the MTC. It's kind of weird... but then again- maybe it's not?

To those of you who actually read this, you've been a good friend because you actually used your time reading my ramblings instead of doing much cooler and better things. So thanks for that. Bryant- I'm glad I could at least see pictures of the Mohawk before I got to the MTC. I would've hated to miss that.

Aaaaaaaand, that's all I've got to say, soooooo- Adios until later Friends!

Countdown begins

So I started packing up my room today. It's really weird because there is hardly anything on my walls, and all the stuff from under my bed is gone- as well as over half of my clothes. One of my best friends, Zandy, is going into the MTC tomorrow, and I said bye to her tonight. The fact that I am leaving is starting to become real, and it's harder for me than I'd like to admit. But the good news is, my brother is getting married in three weeks from today, and I get to be there! Who doesn't want to be at Dannysaur's wedding? Not anyone I know- and if you don't want to be there then you and I aren't friends.

On a random note- Bryant, I commend you on your decision (you too Ronnie) to go vegetarian. I've done it a few times on and off, and have actually found myself to go long periods of time without eating meat, not even noticing it. I also assume this means that the Fondu food of choice this week is probably cheese, and not oil, correct?

Meine Geburtstag

Today is my birthday. I'm officially 21- which for me, doesn't mean much since I don't drink. But I'm still pretty happy about it- since it means I can go on a mission now... officially. People have been pretty nice to me these last two days (2 days because a birthday on a Sunday means partying on both Saturday and Sunday), by telling me happy birthday and paying for stuff. And in other good news I received lots of cash. And mission stuff. Both being good things. I don't have much to say, but I figured I should write a blog on my birthday. I probably won't get to my journal tonight, so at least I can say that I wrote somewhere.

PS: One of my best friends goes to the MTC in three days... what I'm going to do without her for three weeks?!?!

The Death of a Dear Friend

I lost a good friend tonight. Sure, I haven't always treated this friend the nicest I could have, but we've spent a lot of good hours together. The friend I speak of is my cell phone. I'll admit that I've dropped my phone a good number of times. As a matter of fact- I've had scotch tape holding my phone together for some time now. And I wasn't going to buy a new phone due to the fact that I am not going to need a phone starting in about a month. But I crossed the line tonight. In my joy of today's glory, I let my phone swing out of my hands and fly about twenty feet in front of me. As she fell on the pavement, I had hopes that it would only be one more crack that could be fixed with tape. But my worst fears were confirmed. She is paralyzed from the waist up. I can't bear to keep her in this condition, so first thing tomorrow morning, I will put her to rest by breaking down and buying myself a new phone. I will miss her, but her memories will live on through the SIM card I will transfer into my new friend. Please, don't call me with your condolences, as I have no means to actually receive your call. I'll call you when I have the happy news of a new cell phone, by means of that new cell phone. But until then- RIP good friend... RIP.

Movie Dilemma

Why is it that every time I go see a movie I can't just go home and go to sleep? It's like I have to unwind, or go socialize more. Actually, I feel the need to socialize all the time now. If I'm missing out on something, it's like it's going to be the death of me. Like right now. I just went to a movie and came home with my roommates. But it's not enough. I need to go do something else fun. I wonder who is up right now. If someone is up right now- give me a call because I'll probably want to do something. Actually, I can guarantee it.

Another reminder to self

I took a poll- I have the weakest voice of all time. Okay, so the only person I polled was myself, but it was unanimous. Every time I go to a sporting event, or some activity that a friend is involved in, I always hoot and holler until I have no voice left. But the thing is- it's not like I hoot and holler excessively or extremely loud- I just have the weakest voice ever. I guess it doesn't help that I have a cold right now as well. But it's doubly sad, because in addition to apparently looking like a man, I now sound like a man (for those of you who don't know the story behind me looking like a man, you'll have to call me and ask me about it. you'll get to hear my man voice as well- double treat for you!). I guess at the end of the day, it doesn't really matter, because I'm going on a mission and for some reason that makes people automatically assume that I am anti-dating, anti-boy, and anti-fun, therefore rendering me okay to be viewed as gender-neutral... or something like that. Actually, I don't really like the term "gender-neutral" to describe myself, but I'll keep it for lack of a better word. Let me know if you can think of a better one.