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So it's jumping the gun a little bit, 2 hours and a minute as I write this, but HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY CARL!!!! sorry that's as big as the font will go :( and it doesn't convey how much happy and birthday i'm wishing to you. Anyway I vote you do lots of 18 year old stuff to celebrate and that when you are home we all go do 18 year old stuff together, as 18 ( and 19) year olds. I miss you and I am gonna tackle hug you when I see you again. Live it up chica you are totally an adult soon!
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Bethany dude, you need a facebook.

Anyways, we should go to wiregrass once we are both home. I miss wiregrass.

Also, guess what...the last time I gave blood, I almost passed out. I was at the bus stop, and I was all like, eww I don't feel awesome. But then I was like nah, I'm just psyching myself out. But then I got seriously worried about puking in front of all the people there, so I called Lea and asked her to come get me. And then a bunch of bright lights kept popping in front of my eyes. And then I laid down and discovered that that was the only way I would feel OK. Anyways, I think it was because I hadn't eaten in a while, but I am a little worried about donating again.

Alrighty, so ttyl, hearts, Kels

Go back to whale...

love,

bj

The last post is so irrelevant....

Brandy died. She got run over late last night and the vet had to put her down. And I found out from a text message. At first I couldn't cry, but for the past almost hour I have been balling. I loved her so much....

K.D.

Shedding light on things best left in the dark is a good way to blind someone you kidnapped...

Soo, my title has absolutely nothing to do with anything. Basically, despite its hilariosity, I am tired of looking at that last post. I am bored and pretty much just posing about my random thoughts. Most of my thoughts today have revolved around my giant fever blister. The thing is huge and highly pressurized, I can feel my pulse in it. Gross, but it is consuming an alarming amount of my thoughts. I am thinking about tanning, but worrying about worsening it. It's like I pissed off whatever spirit guide that controls my lip health, now they are assuring that, if ever there were a possibility of kissing anyone in my near future, I would have to abstain. Not that there has been anyone I want to kiss, or will want to kiss in this bout of lip deterioration.

Let's see, what else. I killed a cake the other day. Burned the first crust I made. Got the second one (with the filling in it) wet, and then put it back in the oven (without the sides of the springform pan), only to have half of the cake slide off and fall on the burner, causing the intact half to taste like burned key lime barbecue. I damn near cried. Which may be explained by the pms which I was then having. It's crazy, there have been about 4 showings of that midol commercial where they are all like "treats the uggh (cramps), uggh (bloating), and ughh (fatigue)." And I'm just like, I feel exactly like that right now, except for with a big honking fever blister. Which actually may just be symptom of the menstrality of my day.

Also, on my mind, I love coffee from starbucks, and it is totally unfair that they put a starbucks in the library, such a trap. Also, the guy there thinks my name is Emily, and I don't have the heart to tell him he learned it wrong. Anyways, I think I make a good Emily anyways so it's ok.

I like the name Emily, and the name Emile, and Elizabeth, and Elijah. Maybe all my babies will have 'e' names. That would be lame.

Hope you all find this as hilarious as me and Lea did

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fhdCslFcKFU

Out of the two boys I've kissed...

I've kissed two of them ;)

love and miss you all...

Super Deep Hair Conditioning

• 1 cup mayonnaise (room temperature if possible, like from a jar of brand new mayo just off the grocery store shelf)
• 1/2 cup olive oil
• 3 egg yolks

Pretty much the grossest thing ever to have to touch. Plus it soaked through the towel that I wrapped around it kinda, so now it's all stiff and greasy (that's what she said). My hair better be super shiny and healthy after this crap.

I can't stand the typical person who makes it their life's goal to make themselves atypical. Be who you are, even if that is modeling someone else. Don't tell me who to be, even if you are just telling me to be myself. Stop giving a shit about what everyone is, and who you are, and things will fall into place. Don't try to feed me any canned bullshit about the meaning of life, cause if you believe any of that crap, than you have totally missed out on the meaning yourself, which clearly makes you unfit to give such advice. We all have our own way, and if you think yourself as being enlightened and more free than others, than you almost certainly have a bassakwards outlook on what it means to be alive.

AHHH BETHANY!!!!

I can't believe I forgot to call you over spring break!!!! I'm so sorry :(

Like times a billion. I was sick/super busy, not that that excuses it, but I figured I would at least tell you why. Anyways, holy crap, I'm sorry. Um, I figured since I am genuinely terrible at phones I would computerize this conversation. So I have a calc test next thursday, but this week I am free aside from the regular levels (aka huge amounts) of homework and junk. Maybe a late week mall trip? Anyways, lemme know.

LOVE YOU!

Kels