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I'M THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSS HAPPY!!!!!!!!!


And I'm this tired!

This is a big day for me. I finished the wretched classes that have been keeping my anxious and sleep deprived for the last 6 week. DUNZO! Fistpump fistpump fistpump. I'm pretty sure I did well too! But either way, I DON'T CARE ANYMORE. A wise friend told me "good things happen to good people, and you're a good person". It's been my mantra the last 2 weeks. Now I'm just gonna sit back and enjoy the fruits of my labor.

HURRAY!!!!!!!!!!

PS- TODAY marks 12 years since Reed and Jenny met. TWELVE YEARS! Coincidentally it is also 12 years to the day that 'Titanic' came out. I didn't see it until 6 months later (with my Dad. Awkward!) but for I always remember it because all my friends went to see it together and I got on a plane to JERUSALEM. I think I got the better deal. But not as good as Reed and Jen.

HURRAY! It looks like I only have 3 more "reading days" left in my online semester. I'm so happy! And they aren't super huge reading days... well not exactly. There's a manageable amount of text, but the fact that there are little germies inside me trying to break me down and beat me up until I give into them means that even 10 pages feels nearly insurmountable. But at least it's nearly over.

But now I have to get on all those quizzes and labs I haven't been doing. Yeah I pretty much gave up on those about 3 weeks ago, which is the equivalent of 75% of the semester. OOOPS!

And my exams probably haven't come yet. If they don't get here in time my classes don't count for this semester and then there's no glorious journey to the hallowed halls of DC's finest institution for higher learning. OH PLEASE OH PLEASE OH PLEASE OH PLEASE get here NOW! Not that I'm prepared to take them yet...

I pretty much sold my car to the lady who's moving into the cottage. The battery died when I didn't drive it for 3 weeks (it was 6 years old) and that particular one was discontinued. Dad found a replacement and put it in for me (taking the old one out resulted in a wound). I took the car to be smogged today, per CA's pre-sale rules, and apparently when you disconnect the battery it sets some self-diagnostic doohickey to zero and you fail the smog check. Now the car has to be driven 100 miles +/- so the doohickey will reset itself and I can pay another $11.75 to pass the smog check. OH! And lest I fail to mention - the place I picked (based on an available coupon) was probably a bad idea since they left my keys in the ignition WITH THE WINDOW ROLLED DOWN. They also neglected to call me when the stupid thing was done, and a 25 minute smog check ended up taking 80 minutes of my time.

2 nice things, and one funny thing happened as a result of the battery/smog saga: 1) I was looking at batteries in Costco (don't even get me started on that nightmare) and this cute, tiny, old Russian man was looking too. He needed a piece of paper to write down the info from the book they have there, so I gave him one and he kissed my hand. So cute! I wanted to fold him up and put him in my pocket. 1) There was nowhere to wait at the smog-check-place-from-Hades, so I walked down the street to a random, dump of a donut shop. I busted out my Micro reading and was minding my own business when the old Asian lady working the counter started talking to me in a language I didn't understand, while smiling and gesticulating towards the back. It made me think of Hammer's favorite thing on youtube: critohjayoh 2) Later I see this person shuffling past me in my peripheral vision and then she says "I know you!". It was Leslie Neumarker! She DOES know me! She's known me since I was 3 and in pre-school with her daughter Margan. She knows me so well that as a tot she put my hair in 2 braids and introduced me as "Margan's Indian-princess friend." Oh hilarity. Super good to see her.

So that's me focusing on the positive, blocking out the nightmares, and... oh look! Wasting time so I can justify going to bed instead of doing a lab or quiz! Genius.

I Fail At Blogging

This is the 1st time I've even looked at this stuff since the week I set it up. Maybe I'll be better when I move far away from everyone I know and love... or I won't.

Updates:
Georgetown is a go. I'm busting a gut trying to get through 2 online courses. They're supposed to each take 16 weeks and I'm doing them in about 6. Overachiever? Insane? The screen saver on my compu says "Get it done. Go to GEORGETOWN." I can say this is the most motivated I've ever been about school.

I'm back in The Cottage until Dec 30. That's the day I say goodbye to the Bay. I was super sad to leave Denver, but my online classes were easier to complete in one place than to switch part way through. Sounds silly, as they're online, but trust me. It just makes sense. I miss living with the Allens though! Your new house better include "Fufoo's Room" as well!

Here's me for the next little bit: I got to SLC for New Year's (fun plans??) b/c my nephew is getting baptized on Jan 2 (I know, that's like impossible since he can't be more than 4. Well, impossible or Catholic). On Jan 4 I head off to DC! I'll only be there a few days and then on Jan 7 I'm going to NYC. My dear friend Jacob lives there and I figure this is the only shot I have to explore the Big Apple before school turns me into a slave. School starts Jan 11, so it's a quick trip, but I'm already looking for ways to make the most of it.

I DID get tickets to see BYU v. UofU, despite my brother's best efforts. He and his wifey took my parents' other 2 tickets to the game. I'm sure when he married Jen he thought "she's way cooler than my sister. My parents will totally pick her over their own daughter!" He was correct. But lucky for me, I have a partner in crime in the way of David Loren Mansfield. 22nd row! Better than Mom's seats and with Dave I know there will be a trip to The Pie involved.

Today I got locked out of my "classroom" so I decided I should spend some time discovering the new music I just got. Phoenix "Lasso", Communique "Ouija Me" are both quality. I love New Music Monday. I hate Microbio Monday. It was all about genitourinary infections. SICK! Physio WOULD be about cardiovascular stuff if I could get into it. Boo.

7 weeks till I'm an EAST COASTER!

The end. For now anyway.

denver is laugh city

i've been here a couple weeks now and there have been so many moments that made me laugh. here are a few:

my niece and nephew are 3-year-old twins. she goes around singing "boom boom pow" like ALL day. his song of choice is now "single ladies". that's right. he's 3 singing about "you better put a ring on it"! LOVE them.

my niece really wanted a toy her mom hid up on top of the fridge. she pushed a chair up to the fridge, but she still couldn't reach it. she comes over to me all doe-eyed and says "Fufoo hold me" in a totally irresistible way. so i pick her up. and then she steers me to the fridge where she snatches the toy.

i am her pawn.

i'm just sitting in my room minding my own business when my brother comes in with his shotgun. "check this out. shotgun with a handgun grip. that way you can sneak up around corners without letting the bad guy see you coming from a mile away."

what?! we're from the suburbs. we don't do guns. but apparently my brothers are all reverting to hunter/gatherer lifestyles while simultaneously preparing for warfare.

on a related note, my brother has appointed himself the bunny-slayer of the neighborhood. he goes out at night when they're eating his lawn and his neighbor's flowers and snipes them.

a final not-so-funny thing that happened today:
there was snow in my hair. that's right. all fluffy and freezing. snow. i drove in it (which freaks me out in a big way, although less in CO b/c they're better drivers here than in that other place where i used to drive in the snow) and the thermometer in my car fluctuated between 33 and 36 degrees. at mid afternoon. in early october.

me and denver might not be friends for long.(photo courtesy of http://abrooklynlife.com/IMG_4994.JPG)

what's the deal?

thanks to all my friends for all the well wishes regarding my GEORGETOWN acceptance. i'm quite pleased about getting accepted. i've been explaining all day about how getting accepted in this case doesn't mean i'll actually get to go, so i figured as long as i have this space to say what i want i may as well blog about the pre req debocle...

me (via gchat, fb, or text, natch): I GOT ACCEPTED TO THE SCHOOL OF MY DREAMS!

well-wisher: CONGRATS! I'm so happy for you/proud of you/excited that your dreams are all coming true! (i seriously have the best friends!) so what's the deal? when do you head off to DC?

me: oh gosh. the deal is, there's still no deal. it all started way back in july when i found out that my registration date at the local community college was pretty much 2 weeks before classes started. that might not be a big deal at a major institution but seeing as how california is bankrupt there's no money for classes or teachers at any of the JC's and if you're not one of the 1st to register you're not getting in.

ww: but i thought you spent 2 days down at Foothill college trying to add those last 2 pre reqs you needed?

me: oh i did. i just couldn't add them. apparently more than 8400 people DIDN'T get the classes they needed. i begged and pleaded with my potential professors, but they just didn't take pity on me. there was NO way i was getting those classes. and since the classes i need involve labs (so online isn't an option) and i'll always be at the bottom of the registration pecking order i decided i had to flee the state.

ww: so now you're in DENVER, huh? what's the deal?

me: the deal is, there's still no deal. i'm still not sure what's going to happen. i haven't told GEORGETOWN yet b/c there was a chance i could get a late add if someone dropped. i don't know what they'll say when i tell them i didn't get into my classes.

*scenario of my dreams: they tell me to come anyway. they'll waive the physiology lab i'm missing and somehow work microbiology into my insane course load.
*best case scenario (like one that's plausible): they let me defer until fall
*next best option: they take all my application info and slide it into the pile for fall applicants and reconsider me.
*worse case scenario: i have to reapply from scratch
*i just thought of another horrible scenario: they're so mad i didn't tell them about my pre req situation that they ban me from applying again.

for the moment i'm in DENVER with my brother's fam. it's looking like BYU is a more solid avenue to seek these last two classes that i need, so i might be heading back to provo in january. depending on my sis-in-law's job situation i could stay here and take care of the kids, or i could stay here and get another job, or i could go somewhere else. i have no idea.

the deal is there is no deal.

(photos: DC sad face, frustration in CA, possibility for good times in Provo,

And So It Begins...

so here it is. my very own blog. it kinda makes sense, right? i'm the kid constantly updating my statuses. (yes. statuses plural. fb and gc. i'm addicted.) so why haven't i started a blog before today?

well i guess i figured it was too narcissistic. who am i to think anyone else would want to read about me, my life, the inner ramblings of my mind and all that? well i'm nobody. except i love to read other people's blogs. like L<3VE it. i had the dumbest, most boring job in the world for the last year and blogs kept me sane. i'm don't want anyone to infer that i think my blog is going to keep them sane, but it might be a little bit amusing during a long work day. my dear friend mattycakes basically told me it was obligatory that i have my own blog since i spend so much time looking at other blogs, posting pictures on fb, and updating my gstatus. and so the absolutely oblogitory blig was born.

i guess my real motivation is that i'm blessed with friends in so many places that i sometimes don't keep up with them the way i'd like to. this way i have an outlet other than a limited-character statement to let people know what i'm up to, and hopefully they'll reciprocate and send me links to their blogs too.

so hello blogging world. pleased to meet you up close and personal. i'm sure we'll get along like pidgeons and lip-puckers.