in which i blah blah blah some more about graduating

hysteric yeah yeah yeahs


a friend recently told me that our conversations were like a broken record.
i feel this is pretty applicable to most things in my life. i'm often on repeat. for example: i can't stop talking about graduating, waxing nostalgic, and freaking out about it.

today i walked out of my last final. (absolute hell of a final. in a different way. had to listen to THREE HOURS worth of presentations. there was food but once i finished my sun chips brownies licorice ginger snaps grapes strawberries fruit roll up it was more than i could take) anyway. i walked out of my last final on the fourth floor of the jfsb, walked down the stairs, and i started to get pretty sad. the jfsb has been my home away from home at byu. i know all the best places to naps, and i think i may have even figured out the maze of the upper floors. some great learning has gone down there.


so bye jfsb. at least until grad school maybe.


on a completely unrelated note:
it's an absolute travesty that i have to live in a different state than this girl.

i'd like to be her favorite aunt.