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So. Let me just tell you about my ridiculous life.

Did I tell you I almost got run over by a deer? Yeah. Almost impaled by a buck. It came galloping towards me as I nonchalantly strolled out of my apartment, and was going SO FAST that it tripped, fell, SKIDDED, and then got up and kept running. awesome. After the deer almost killed me, 2 guys from my ward came running by and it turns out they had terrified it into running. Awesome.

Scampering deer not do it for you? How about a capstone course SO INTENSE it makes me people cry? Yup. that's my major. The professor looks for your weaknesses, your buttons if you will, and he presses them repeatedly until you can't take it. And yet you're supposed to. Awesome. Every thursday for the rest of the academic year, people.

Or how about the fact that my job is to represent mormons as a whole? When you click on "chat with us" on mormon.org, you get me. At least on the shifts that I work. So when people decide they want to ask any question to a mormon, they ask me. Which is excellent.

And try this on for size: 4 of my best friends got married. Which means that consistent nighttime hangouts are pretty much gone. Who's a loser from 7-whenever I go to sleep? Oh that's me. Yup. The redhead in the corner.

Basically, here's the deal: all the chance happenings, that are supposed to be rare and unplanned, happen to me. It's fine.

In other news, life is pretty good. Provo is prematurely turning cold, which is fine, except that I HATE the winter. And I haven't yet budgeted for boots. FOr the coldness. I have budgeted for a blender though, which means it's smoothie for breakfast time everyone!. Yeeee haw!

Yeah. Don't know what that was about. It's fine.

It has finally hit....

The winter slump. I swear, there is something about the cold that takes away my appetite, sucks all my energy and makes my emotions rise close to the surface. All I can think about is going home and crawling back into bed and disappearing. which wouldn't be such a bad think if I didn't have a test to take on subsaharan africa..... but all is well. Basically I am feeling desperate for rest, but I spend most of my free time doing just that. Maybe it's a mild form of hibernation.

This weekend was really busy; friday night I got picked up from work and we went straight to a concert. It was actually pretty funny; I had to change my clothes in the bathroom at the MTC because there is NO WAY I'm going out in sister missionary clothes. On my way out the door after changing from a mid-calf length skirt and cardigan to leggings and a hip scarf, one of my elders saw me. He was like "SEESTER, what are you wearing?!" I was like "go plan. Why are you out of the classroom?" So it was a moment of realization for the both of us; he saw that I have a life outside of work, and I saw that when I'm not there, he doesn't do what he's supposed to.

Saturday I slept in, which was much needed, and then headed off to work. One of the other teachers got a concussion, so I took his class for part of the evening. Then, my sister picked me up from work with her husband and we went out to dinner at the cheesecake factory - my treat - for her birthday. It was really delicious! I seriously could eat there every day.

So now, here I am on the bottom floor of the library, exhausted for no reason and unable to find the energy to continue studying for my africa exam. I just want to crawl into a humid, heated hole and sleep for the rest of winter.