Sick Day

I am sick today. No- I'm not faking. I have a million things to do but instead my body decided to hold a fiesta in my throat. Thanks a lot... now I remember why I hate parties.

So in lieu of doing those million important things, I am going to do the million other things I need to do that are, for the majority, completely superfluous i.e. this blog post.

I moved back to Provo in August and started school again. It has been.... an adventure. School is a lot harder when you've already been out of it and gotten used to doing whatever you want whenever you want. Now I have to do things when other people want them done. I hate that.

We will use numbers to illustrate my time in Provo:

6- Roommates. They are all amazing girls and I'm so happy to live with them. We have a lot of fun.
12- Credit hours. Too much? Usually not, but when considering the next number, WAY too much.
36- Hours I work per week. Ridiculous. How am I still alive?
3- Members of the Relief Society Presidency. Of which I am one. Amazing! I'm so grateful for my calling- I absolutely love it.
0- Amount of free time. At least that's what it feels like.
5-6- Number of hours I sleep a night. Enough? No. But enough to survive on.
1- Boyfriend. He's pretty amazing. I lucked out on that one.
4- Nerf guns. These are sketchy parts- one can't go around unprotected.
Eleventy Billion- Bruises. No joke. I have no idea why I have so many bruises all the time. I'm guessing it's a combination of Nerf Wars, a slightly abusive roommate, practicing self-defense moves, general clumsiness, and Boyfriend hitting me in the arm with a baseball. Rude.

In short, I'm having a ridiculous amount of fun.