*sigh*
Today was a very dramatic day.
Brenda woke me up to go to Institute.
I didn't want to go.
So instead of getting out of bed to tell her
I texted her this:
"Dear Brenda, go without me.
I'm going to load up on drugs
and sleep."
(not real drugs obviously).
But I got out of bed,
and I was glad I did because
my Institute teacher is fantastic.
Then, after Institute I arrived at my apartment
I was in a very chipper mood,
reached down into my favorite satchel
and *sigh* realized my favorite satchel
did not contain my keys.
My second favorite one did.
I very dramatically leaned against the door
and slumped to the floor.
(hehe it rhymed.)
I slumped for an hour.
And may have chipped off
all my nail polish during
The Wait.
Then I walked alllllllllllllllllllllll
the way across campus
in cowboy boots
interrupted Brenda's class
and took her keys.
*sigh*
Then I watched The District
on BYU TV.
I'm not the type to go
*OOOH REALITY SHOW ON MISSIONARIES*
but it was fantastic.
And very helpful.
My papers aren't opened yet.
*sigh*
The best part of the day was when
a certain friend of mind shamelessly
admitted she/he did not know
the difference between
snuggling
and
cuddling.
*sigh*
Snuggling is that
*meh I want to be closer*
so you just keep scootching
closer, and closer, and closer.
Cuddling is the casual
*movie time! Keep me warm
I like holding your hand*
type of chillin. It's appropriate
to snuggle at points during
a movie, but snuggling is usually
reserved for gazing deep into
each other's eyes or preparing
to take a snooze with your
favorite fluffy kitten.
In other news,
that came in the mail today.
Fun fact,
I decided I was going to
teach myself Spanish
a few weeks ago
and got from the
Distribution Center.
Before President Monson
announced the missionary
age change.
I'm a tad awed.
*sometimes dramatic days
take a toll on your face so you
hide it with a lovely, fantastic book*
Well....
xoxo,
mo
p.s.
CONFERENCE TALKS ARE OUT
read it over and over and over
just, don't tattoo it on your chest