No money, no luck

Folding laundry has next to no appeal when I'm not getting paid to do it. My laundry has now taken the habit of forming piles all over my floor. That's what you get for going back to your own room I suppose. No sense of organization.

The nerves of anticipation for tomorrow are making me crazy. Good thing I have an interview tomorrow to perhaps help?  But, it could end up making it worse. Look out world, I might just be a basket case.

No, I haven't packed. And no, I don't plan on doing it any time today. Oh well.

I'm much too disorganized of a person to be planning a wedding. My mom is the greatest guys. She really is.

I bought a few things at the Old Navy today for no apparent reason. However, I am certain that shopping is not a therapy for me. Seeing as I am surrounded by clothes every day, I know exactly what I want when I get around to buying it. Maybe it's the new clothes smell that's therapeutic.

Perhaps one day I'll be better at writing in this blog.

I've moved home, but haven't unpacked
I went back to work at Old Navy, and nothing has changed
I started running again, but forgot how it felt to run outside
I have nearly immersed myself in wedding planning, but I haven't gotten anywhere
I've read a lot of books, but none with paper
I got a rockin sunburn, but now I'm peeling. Everywhere.
I'm going to Texas on Thursday, but not to see the 3 missionaries I love that serve there.
I'm back in Relief Society, but I'm the youngest again.
I downloaded instagram, but am still too lazy to take pictures.
I received a t.v., but not a remote.
I'm meeting the parents this week, but I won't be watching Meet the Parents.(Simply out of fear)
College is a great way to diet, but I missed opening the fridge and seeing it full.
Football is fun, but not when you get tackled underneath two boys weighing 200 lbs. each.
I was offered a job at a radio station, but not in Utah


That's all