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I stepped into the horrid testing testing center today. First time in 2 years. Wow. What a feeling of anxiety. It very much brings me into a tizzy--knowing that I have to return yet two more times this week. I guess things like this are inevitable when you are me. I wish I was like Alicia and had only stepped into the testing twice in my life. I think things would would be so wonderful if that were a reality. I also think it would be wonderful if one of those stupid notes people leave at the bottom of the testing center stairs were for me. (I will be at the TC on Wednesday and again on Friday...Just in case anyone wanted to know.)

My sister and I comparing whose scarf hair looks better. I win.

On a side note: I am not fond of my computer.

Other side note: I will be contributing to this blog, so YOU should check it out.

o! as possibilidades.

I bought a new coat.

I used to be so witty. I don't know what has happend. I think too many science classes.

Too many people tonight. Post-mission anxiety followed. Didn't go to Mona. Did go have some pretty awesome conversations with some pretty great people. Well, yea. Anyway. Did you know that hotels are NOT required to look under a bed when cleaning? Beware of what you might find there.

Last night and this morning I think I played hide-n-go-seek around the amount of 20+ times. I loved every minute of it. I love being a little kid again. LOVE IT. LOVE LOVE LOVE IT.

I made 2 lb.s of fresh salsa tonight. No joke. We downed most of it, along with a 3 lb. bag of Santitos chips and a 1/2 bag of Costco chips. In a span of 6 hours.

Don't you hate it when you want to like someone, and you do, but it's not who you should like and you don't like liking and it doesn't matter anyway because that person doesn't even like you? Jibberish. Hypethetically speaking, that would really suck. It would suck even more in real life.

I miss the suffocating amount of trees there are in CT.

Tenho saudades de falar em portugues. Tambem, fique frustrada porque o taclaro de meu computador nao tem os acentos da lingua portuguesa.

Quero ser um livro.

nao quero que aquela coisa se muda...

Bombshell was dropped today and not handled well. Apparently, if I would like to graduate in the major I want, I will have to go to school at least 3 1/2 more years. Forget that. Goodbye goal of leaving BYU with a nursing degree. It's not too bad. I just had to modify a few things. I am now an Exercise Science major (I love that my major has the word science in it). It will take me a year to graduate and then on to some other school that has an accelerated nursing program. I really wish that advisor lady wasn't such an insensitive ass and that BYU wasn't so damn competitive. Way to dash dreams. COME ON.

(OK, so not a dream dasher--just a dream delayer. But it is such a discouraging setback.)

How many people fit in my car?