Well, it's been a while since I posted on here. So here I am posting. I'm not very good at keeping up with these things, and now that I'm here I realize I don't really have anything to say. Aren't you glad you bothered reading this.

For my birthday (29 days late) some of my friends got together for dinner at the Olive Garden. It was so nice of everyone to celebrate with me. It also gave me a chance to use my new camera for the first time.

I went to Bear Lake with my mom this weekend , just a day trip. It was lots of fun. We saw Holly and Bill's cabin, hiked to Paris Spring, and stopped to talk to my mom's friend Diane.

I went to the dentist for the first time in 4 years. I have 4 cavities, one of which may need a root canal. I hate the dentist so the prospect of going in at least 2 more times is frightening. My new dentist is young, really young, younger than me. He has no TVs in his office, and I think no happy gas.

Lately I seem to be getting a lot of midnight text messages. Since I use my phone as an alarm clock it's always right by my bed. I'm not sure lately why everyone seems to think that texting in the middle of the night is okay, but if your reading this and your thinking about texting me, don't do it in the middle of the night. The text you get back may not make any sense anyway.

I went to the redwoods. It was an amazing trip. I suggest everyone go at least once in their lives. I went with my mom and we camped for the first two nights before heading to a hotel. It was just so cold, and my mom's airmattress wouldn't stay inflated.

The trees were so cool. Giant thousand year old trees. They don't have a taproot. Their shallow root system doesn't seem enough to hold them in place. The ranger said that they interlock their roots so they keep each other strong. Their's a sunday school lesson in there somewhere.

My apartment is infested. Okay so I've only seen 2, but two means infested. The second one got away so I know for sure that they're alive in the apartment. It's a house centipede. I'm going to bug bomb my apartment. I know they're bad and chemically, but honestly I'd rather suck fumes for a few days than live with the knowledge that THAT is under my bed. I'll let you know how it goes.

On November 20th I was laid off, but all is well. I just finished my first week as an executive secretary at the University of Utah. Being laid off was scary. I just wasn't sure if I was going to be able to find a job in this economy. I was very lucky to find one so quickly, and I really think I'm going to like my new job.

Halloween pictures, finally! I was a princess this year for Halloween as part of a theme that 7 of us decided on. I started on the costume in April and worked at it sporadically throughout the summer.

You Are An ISFJ

The Nurturer You have a strong need to belong, and you very loyal. A good listener, you excel at helping others in practical ways. In your spare time, you enjoy engaging your senses through art, cooking, and music. You find it easy to be devoted to one person... a partner who you do special things for. In love, you express your emotions through actions. Taking care of someone is how you love them. And you do it well! At work, you do well in a structured environment. You complete tasks well and on time. You would make a good interior designer, chef, or child psychologist. How you see yourself: Competent, dependable, and detail oriented When other people don't get you, they see you as: Boring, dominant, and stuck in a rut

What's" Your Personality Type?

The longer I live in my apartment the more interested I get in making it the best it can be. I love cleaning it, and I spend far too much time rearranging furniture in my head. My parents just got me a couch and all day I keep looking at a picture of it. I'm so happy about my couch.

Clearly I've become a victim of the Ikea nesting instinct.

Well, I'm moved in. It went pretty smooth. I had lots of help, and the furniture went in in 45 mins. Afterwards I took everyone to Star of India.

Now I just have lots and lots of unpacking.

I'm moving! Normally I hate moving, but it's not so bad so bad this time since all my stuff is already packed. I sort of enjoy unpacking, because it's nice and exciting to be in a new apartment. I like finding a place for everything to go.

I got the apartment! WooHoo!

My address is now a Harry Potter sort of address. At least I think so. I'll change up the number and the street name in case there are weirdos out there, but:

123 1/2 Bennington Court.

I have a fraction in my address. How cool is that?

I'm waiting to hear about an apartment I applied for. He'll make a decision today.
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I'm dying. I'm so bad at waiting.