the routine catch-up post

I've been told by Jenna (who was told by Lori) that I don't blog enough. To which my response is: my life is not exciting enough. And the fact that I pretty much do the same thing almost every day. Except today I changed shifts/positions at work, so that'll be something new.

A recap of the past month is in order, I shpose.

I turned 21. I got my big girl license. I look the same when I was 16, except better hair, better makeup, and a fatter face. Cheeyaw.

Yes, I have a job. Yes, it's technically a phone job, but it really is quite excellent. I switched types of calling from calling reg'lr folk to businesses. It comes with a pay raise and bonuses, that's why.

I went on a date. For those of you who don't know, it's not a common occurrence for me. The unusual thing was that it didn't fit the usual criteria of a) I already know them or b) it was a blind date.

I finally got that garsh darn gym pass. Now I lift weights, because as I've discovered, cardio literally makes me more anxious.

My bedroom is nicknamed "the closet" because of it's spacious allowance.

We only have three cats now: Cocoa Puff, Uncle Stripes/Stripey, and Hulk.

My brother and I are the same person, just different genders. I have had the pleasure of working with my brother for the past two months, and everyone is always surprised to find out that 1) I'm older than him (which is slightly insulting?) and 2) we're not the only kids in my family.

I decided, mostly through observation, that my family would be the first to die in case of an accident or zombie apocalypse. Almost all of our initial reactions to situations are "I'd rather kill myself than [insert survival skill]." Watching The Hunger Games, Memento, and even the Olympics only solidifies my theory.
(ex: Mark: "I'd rather die than try to solve a murder with short-term memory loss.")

I may possibly be able to get my mission call within the next 3-4 weeks.

My wisdom teeth are coming out in September. The day before the Top of Utah Marathon, which I was planning on going up to cheer on my friends. I'm still planning on going, but I am unsure whether I'll be coherent/conscious.

Today turned sour really quickly, but I'm not in a bad mood. I thought I'd basically sold my contract to this girl, but she ended up backing out this morning because the office didn't send her the contract papers and she is worried about management. Long, long story short, but now it's... making my life extremely difficult.

I quite love the Olympics. And as Petey said, the humble athletes are always the most admirable ones.

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