Si Si Si Si

You know what's annoying? The doctor's office, that's what. I hate going there because it smells like smoke and old people and smokey old people and I don't want to sit in the chairs because I feel like all the germs that ever existed will crawl on me and ban together to kill me. And more than that, they have had to take my blood the last two times. (I've only been twice in the last, like 8 years, but those two times have been in the last two months.) And today we're gonna make it a third. I know, let's throw a party. Ehem, sarcasm. Sorry for the pessimism, bloggy, but sometimes I just gotta type out all my frustrations. So that's what today has in store for me. A smelly germified office full of people who... hey. I just had an "OMGOSH" moment. So my body is feeling like junk lately, all the time. I ache and just want to sleep. And so I'm going to an office full of people who.. are JUST LIKE ME! I can talk to the old people and say, "Hello, whippersnapper! Boy, what I wouldn't give to be your age!" Except, that doesn't make any sense. Maybe it'll get a few laughs though.. or a few stares...

NEWWWWW topic!
I just realized that maybe one of my people who are over me at ASU (administrators?) might read my last post sometime and say, HEY, WHO DOES THAT UNGRATEFUL LITTLE WOOORRM THINK SHE IS?! and so I must recant some of what I said. I still am sort of lamenting BYU and it's green trees, but ASU will be good. It's a great school, from what I hear. And it's internet site is extremely easier to navigate. Bing bing, we have a winner. Kind of. If I keep telling myself this, it'll become a reality. Yay psychology. ANYWAY, I think I'm going to go watch a movie. hip hip.
later.

And thus the fox played his reed pipe for the three white ducks.

So I'm going to ASU. Mixed feelings. I don't know what is in store for me in these next four years. I'm glad to stay home with my family. That was my biggest unhappiness when I decided I wanted to go to BYU. Now I feel like my life is stuck in a rut and I've got no where to grow. That last word was a type-o but it makes sense so I'll keep it. College isn't growing up unless you're moving out. Not to mention all of my friends are leaving here. A bonus is that I can put purple in my hair without the BYU police fining me. What is left for me in Arizona to do? Attend institute? Work? Study? Boring. No friends, no people, I'll become a hermit and envy my brother and sister's exciting high school atmosphere. It's too hot here. I'm sure there are some more positives about going to ASU but I'm pretty sure I won't discover those until I actually get there. I'm not really sure what I want, BYU   seemed like an adventure and had snow and green grass and perfect summers. It's where all the best go. No Mormon dorm life for me. No cool firesides with general authorities. No Creamery, no trees, no clock tower that chimes hymns. We have partiers, we have concerts, we have scary mill ave, cactuses (yeah i just said cactuses) and girls who show up to class in bikinis. Wanna throw up? I do. Um, I'm really ungrateful and pessimistic. I feel like I'm upset and want to throw a chair through a nice glass window. Something better is waiting for me, I know it, but dag gummit I'm really tired right now and want some enjoyment. And writing this is not helping so I think I'll leave.

Grateful statement: Macey's home and I love her.

TTYSSNTIDTWAP
talk to you sometime soon next time i decide to write a post.