i'm a slow bleeder.

this is what i do at school...

okay, so you can't really tell but i am pricking my finger to test my blood glucose levels.  this is the first prick of seven. apparently i'm a very slow bleeder.  it was a struggle to get enough blood to even do the test. last time i gave blood they almost couldn't use it because it was taking too long and apparently you only get 20 minutes before they reject your blood.  not on my watch! literally... (p.s. i don't have diabetes in case you were worried...)

sometimes i love being a dietetics major.

oh school. it's a love/hate relationship. senioritis has already set in. only seven more months...

oh sister.

"the scary thing about BYU is that all the normal looking people are weird, and all the weird looking people...are weird."

-macall ovard (that's why i love her)

(disclaimer: i, myself, am actually a current student at BYU, hence the reason i feel perfectly okay about posting this)

the intimidator

i've been drafted...onto a flag football team. 

experiance: one powder puff game senior year of high school.
athletic ability: none, all sports growing up...fail...became a dancer instead. 
team name: lunch landies 
my official name on the team...call me "the intimidator" 

it's going to be epic. 

my future career.

so one of my professors this year made us take a personality/career aptitude type test.

i just finished it.

number one career that fits my personality and interests. dun duh duh dun...
"amusement and recreation attendant"

a carnie...? great. all that studying for nothing.

welcome to my future...