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They grow up so fast. :'(

Birth Month 2013

Um. Hey guys.

I miss you. I miss this blog. I'm so busy between two jobs and training for a half and full marathon that I don't even have the brain power to think about what I could post for you.

But it's birth month, which is my favorite time of the year!!! The month where every penny I spend on something non-practical is given the excuse that "it's my birthday!" I'm hesitant to blare out how much I love my birthday, because I'm horrified that I'm turning 25 and I feel like I have nothing too exciting to show for it.

So far, I've bought some new running kicks, a trip to go skydiving later this year, and $60 of groceries, which was a mistake in hindsight, because it's spring break and my family and I are leaving to go to San Diego on Wednesday (my brother is graduating from bootcamp).

What've I been up to? Not much. Just work, work, working. Ran my first 5K. Got rejected by my alma mater for grad school (thank God I got accepted into my first choice school). I had my first NCMO--for those of you not from around here and unfamiliar with the stupid acronyms used here, that stands for "non-committal makeout." And in this case, he is practically a stranger.

I know, right? In the last seven months I have gone from kissing no dudes to smooching five dudes. Pretty soon, I'll get to graduate to counting them on two hands. I wish you could know how proud all of my friends are of me. I wish you could know how proud of myself I am.

I wish you could be as embarrassed as I am at how much the memory makes me laugh out loud a week and a half later.

But you know what the best thing in the world is? Sunny weather and a six-mile run in the canyon. Unfortunately, it's raining right now, so that plan is thwarted. For today.

Can't wait for summer!

Say hello, whoever is reading this!!! I miss you and love you!

In other GRAND news...

Received in an email two days ago...

"I am writing to advise you of our admissions decision in response to your application to the School Counseling Program at the University of Utah (Salt Lake City program). After careful review of your application the faculty unanimously recommended you for admission – congratulations."

I did it, guys!!! I made it in!

Caught in the Copy Room.

Story time!!!

First vlog ever. Should I make more??

How much kids don't know.

I correct a lot of daily journals when I'm at the high school. Some of you have read these on my Facebook, but for those of you who haven't, here are my favorites.

Q: What do you know about Islam?

A: They are a nation of Jews living in the Middle East.

Q: What images come to mind when you think of the Middle Ages?
A: Historical babes, castles, peasants and Monty Python

"Buddha is a pot-bellied god."

"I took a shower this morning. That is kind of like the bath houses in the Roman cities."

Isn't my job the greatest? :-D

Never leave your blog up at work.

Especially if work is full of high school students.

Because if you work at a high school full of high school students and you leave your blog up because you were looking at it while you were fixing the blogs for your classes....

....and the last post you wrote was about all the strange boys you kissed under the mistletoe at that one Christmas party and you put up all the photographic evidence too....

....and one of your students saw it....

Gosh.

It's embarrassing.

Weirdest night ever (or how I am officially a hussy)....

This is Jake.

We have been friends for exactly one million years.

This is Jake inviting me to a party on Saturday night.

This is how he takes advantage of said friendship.

He always has to go for that W, no matter the cost.

This is me helping Jake snag second place.

 

It was really, really, really, really weird.

No more kissing my friends.

Especially ones with whom I have been friends for one million years.

This is me helping some other poor sucker.

He said his name is Jamal, but it's actually Rob.

This is me helping the guy who photobombed the previous picture.

I don't remember his name.

This is Marie's reaction after my telling her.

 

Conclusion: My hair looks fabulous in all of these pictures.

The End.