When I awoke I was on the highway

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And he's put them in boxes

I like my brother. No, really. He's pretty cool sometimes. Like today, for instance, I called him up with, "David...! I'm moving...! Want to help?" and he gave me an hour wait. Amazing. I'll have to buy him lunch or something.

Come downstairs and say hello

I have two stories today.
I decided to move last night. So I picked out some chocolates and, with the help of Cosmo's employees, put them in a cellophane bag with a green ribbon. I hid them in my bag. When I got home, I placed my coat and bag and shoes at the foot of my bed. I guess I wasn't really thinking because there's definitely a vent there that blows out nice warm air (hence why I place my jacket by it). Basically, when I removed the chocolates in the morning, they were completely liquified. They only oozed a bit, but when Carolyn, her friends, and I enjoyed them at lunch, they weren't a bit solid.
This story starts with last night as well. Before I decided to move, I needed to visit the Cannon center again. I was excited because I had come up with terms and conditions for my potential move-in. I was also wearing the shoes I borrowed from Carolyn that had no traction. The walkways were also covered in a very smooth layer of completely packed snow/ice. Nobody was around, and it was dark. So I slide a bit. Then I ran and slid. Then I ran and slid again. It was all very exciting. Today I decided that I might try the same. There were less walkways with this slick substance, but there were still a few. I passed a couple people then looked around. I double checked, and then I decided I was good to go. I slid. It was fun. Then I checked and slid again. The third time I didn't thoroughly check. I was by Broadbent and was just starting my slide when I noticed somebody entering the building behind the bush. As soon as I realized somebody was there (and, in fact, that I knew him), I fell. I landed on my left knee with my right leg suspended in the air. I waved awkwardly to Clark, my previous family home evening brother. He made some comment about it being slippery and I laughed awkwardly. I haven't slid since then, and I don't think I will until my ego heals. :) I have to admit, it was worth it for the story.

Swear I knew it all along

Can I say I was wrong? I might have been wrong. In the past 24 hours, I have consumed over 64 oz of water easy, and I think I feel better. I can't pinpoint exactly how, but I think I do. It's exciting to do something you don't think you can do. Anybody want to test me? It may take me a little while, but maybe I could do it. However, my fingers/toes are as numb as ever, and I don't think I'm anemic. It stinks because I think I'll have to retire my canvas shoes for the season.
I was able to employ google documents today. It was pretty exciting/useful.
So my brother definitely called and invited me to go to the creamery with him for lunch. Exciting, right? Too bad I'm not the least hungry. :/ Tricky. But it gets trickier. My roommate invited me to go to the creamery, too (Emma), so I invited her back to go with my brother, who she's never met. That puts me in a position of sorts. Now...to not be shy...or awkward...or scared. :P

I want to be so much more than this

I've had my ipod on shuffle today. I still don't believe it's random. "My Sundown" has come on twice today. It was slightly empowering.

A power of attorney or letter of attorney in common law systems or mandate in civil law systems is an authorization to act on someone else's behalf in a legal or business matter. The person authorizing the other to act is the "principal" or "grantor (of the power)", and the one authorized to act is the agent or "attorney-in-fact" [AIF]. The attorney-in-fact acts "in the principal's name" -- for example, by signing the principal's name to documents.

I'm upset with Wiktionary's liberal use of hyphens.

Today I woke up at 6:21 - suddenly. I do that sometimes, but typically I just go back to sleep - tired or not. This morning, though, I didn't. It was pretty handy that I had an 8 o'clock class today.

Make them disappear

I decided to not exist today since nobody knew I came home last night. It was going pretty well until I suddenly realized that I'm still here; 
my roomates are out there; and I  would like to use the restroom. Now I'm scared. (Maybe I can sneak out the back, but where to?)

Without saying goodbye

Tonight is a bad night to be tired. In 5 1/2 hours I will be on my way to the airport. Basically, all I need to do before then is pack and shower.

So, I decided I will miss having a home. Tomorrow I will no longer have one, and I think that makes me sad. So, I decided taking pictures of everything I'm going to miss here would be theraputic. I pretty much just wanted an excuse to stop packing and take pictures. I still don't want to leave. I'd be exciting if I just had a home.

Everybody thought they'd see me again. I didn't say goodbye to Sook, Ruth, Molly, Brittany, Mackenzie, Rachel, William, or...anybody? I said a half-goodbye to my sister Kim because I was really hoping Mom would drive me out to have dinner with her Thursday. I didn't see Ruthie at all because my mom forgot that Ruth wasn't supposed to call me; I was supposed to call her on her sister's old phone. Somebody just tell me that it's all okay; I feel like a thoughtless friend.

Now, I'm going to go outside alone, in the rain, with no jacket, to dig a hole to install my pity pool. If anybody would like to join me, I'll have a pity party some time tomorrow, but I'll probably end up having it alone.

I sometimes wonder if my sarcasm comes across in writings...

But really - I dislike complaining. Life is grand. Scary, but grand.

I still can't believe Carolyn's all right; I swear I talked to her last night...

Word of Wisdom is the Shizzum

Today I decided to give our annual See's candy assortment a try. I like less flavors than I dislike, so I thought it'd be wise to cheat. This is a rather embarrassing confession, as most people don't like to find that their candies have been tested or tampered with. In fact, my family likes to poke fun of my mom for her various ways of trying to figure out the insides of the chocolates. Just this once, though, I decided to mimic her method. I took a knife and carefully poked a hole in the bottom. At this point, the whole truffle exploded. Tricky. Luckily the contents looked safe, so I popped a piece in my mouth. In retrospect, it probably would have been wiser to have smelled it as well; it turned out to be some sort of coffee deal. Yuck. I won't give you the details as to how I extracted the thing from my mouth, but it wasn't fun. I think my relatives are trying to poison me. I mean, who sends a mormon family coffee bonbons? That's like temptation dipped in chocolate.
Sometimes I like adopting tones that don't really reflect my feelings. :)

I plan on sleeping in

One of the worst things to wake up to is a shouted, "Melissa, are you up?" I always feel compelled to answer to the affirmative, even if I'm in my bed, in my pajamas, two seconds out of an REM cycle. What makes it bad is that I can never go back to sleep after that. What if Mom were to come upstairs quietly to ask me a question, only to find me fast asleep hugging my pillow? Besides simply being awkward, it would be a breech of trust of sorts. But today, I heard Mom exit the house, so I went back to sleep relatively guilt-free.
I purchased a trippy shirt yesterday and am wearing it to meet my two conservative friends from high school. I don't always have to be perfectly comfortable, which makes me happy.
Sook called me before I called her today. Okay, so it's not that big of a deal, but it was still exciting.
Today I wanted to use Postal Service and Early November. It's time to go outside.

How angels ought to smell

I'm pretty excited: Mom consented to take me to the mall. I need a belt something awful.
L'Anita called back. This was also happy. We're on for some hard-core Zarahemla-ing on Wednesday. Holy toledo! I totally made a decision in about five seconds. I think I must think fastest when I first wake up. In fact, I was amazingly pleased with my casual-ness and real lack of awkward pauses. I hung up stunned.
Should I comment on my bold starting colon? I should.
This one time my mom kept insisting I try her bath and body works shampoo while I kept insisting I had been herbal essence deprived for six months. After a week of showering, however, I decided I could appease her. So I was about to grab the shampoo conditioner combo when I realized that there were actually four bottles - all green. This was going to be a war of the scents. It was pretty intense; I picked up the coconut lime shampoo and gave it a whiff. It was pleasant, but the cucumber melon beat it out, no contest.
I realized something: it's not the shampoo's smell that people ultimately smell when they say your hair smells good - it's the conditioner. The cucumber melon conditioner was a little less than satisfying. Due to this unfortunate event, I will impliment a new system: when trying to decide which hair product to purchase, I will now only compare the scents of the conditioners.