Belated, but still present

(June 25, 2012)
So I'm slow.  Also kind of shameless in that I'm taking ten or so minutes at work to write this. 

Also, quite pleased that other people are making use of pfft.  It's a very helpful onomatopoeia. 

Will you tell me the story of the mission president trying to get his wife to marry him, please? That sounds entertaining.  

Haha you know, it would be crappy not to sleep in again...but only if you're keeping insanely late hours.  I've been following curfew at BYU for pretty much the first time in my life, and I've got to say that as a result, I really don't care about getting up the same time every day. K, it's only eight, but I still feel like that qualifies as not sleeping in.  You may disagree, forced, as you are, to get up at 6:30 AM on a daily basis (an hour I haven't seen more than once a month [if that] since high school).  But still.  Eight AM all summer long is fairly good, wouldn't you say?


Thank you for giving me the opportunity to report that by some untold miracle, I got an A- in Biochem and a freaking A in UO lab.  Seriously, I was terrified this semester that I was going to pull lower grades than I've ever seen in my entire life, and instead, my GPA will be going up.  Not a ton, mind you, but still.  Hahahaha. 

Hey, and in my defense, I liked high school and the people in it, as well.  I realize why you think I didn't, since you've received a few whinging emails on the subject of "blah, blah, blah, I can't hang out with high school people because I'm pathetic," but really, it's just that I've become even happier now.  And I was seriously extremely happy for most of high school; it was awesome.  I have some journal entries to prove it.  The difference now is that I've learned not to waste time on insecurity, which is something I didn't know how to do in high school.  Unfortunately, I haven't grown up quite enough to be able to hang onto that philosophy even when in similar situations as those that originally prompted such irrationality.

Non-sequitur, I miss your parents.  Like a lot.  Your family in general is really great and awesome. 

"although you are proof that such a divide does not inherently have to stand in the way of anything. Those lazy people."
Anti-laziness WINNN.  Hey, I'm capable of some grand things when properly motivated.  Like writing you somewhat faithfully for the better part of two years. 

More on coordination, I was texting and walked into yet another wall this week.  Chris was around to see it this time, though.  There were promptly many recreations. 

sleep

(June 4, 2012)
Bad things happen when I have vaguely unsettling dreams and my room roommate is gone.  Namely, I wake up a little freaked out and then cannot for the life of me sleep anymore.

But it does mean you get a letter. 

It's the last week of school, and I have no clue what's going to happen with my grades.
Serious.  A little distressed about that. 

As soon as school ends, I have to start studying for the GRE.  And going back to being healthy.  And working hours closer to full time than any I've previously had.

Oh, hahaha to you if you think I'm going to tell you my GPA.  It's not bad, fairly good, so they tell me, but it's still not quite close enough to perfect for me to be happy about telling you what it is :P

My life is good.  Have to say though, the dating is weird.  I keep going mildly back and forth on whether it's a good idea and I keep being surprised at the fact that I'm just so enormously comfortable having most of my time all to myself that that is what is the greatest adjustment for me. 

However, all else is good, so I'm trying to take time on this.
 

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(May 28, 2012)
Gah.  It kills me that even though you won't go to bed for about another hour and a half, you won't get this for a whole week.  My own fault for being a massive slacker friend, but all the same...

Answers to the below:
My job actually is boring.  Possibly the worst I've ever had, on that front.  I'm hoping that it will get better when I can devote more time to it, as opposed to school and socializing, in a couple weeks, but....we shall see.  Whatever. Money.
 
Answers from your most recent letter:
Ha and I'm used to Provo being ghetto, but bedbugs are a new low.  You boys should perhaps be concerned.

Don't be rude about my inability to follow lines.  

My six-hour class actually isn't too bad.  And I only have FOUR of them left.  I don't know what will happen with my grades this semester....at all...Oh, dear.  But at least it's almost over. 

You seem to be under the impression that I have a thorough enough grounding in statistics/enjoy them enough to discuss them outside school, ever, to contradict you.  That's sweet.