I have not written in awhile. It's okay though. I think I have very good explanations. My life has become crazier than I ever imagined it would be in the second month away from home. Every day is busy and filled to the brim. Each day I wake up early, shower, get changed, and do my hair. Maybe makeup, if I feel ambitious. I grab something for breakfast and something for lunch, and then I'm out the door. It's about a half hour bus ride to get downtown, and then I transfer buses to ride the 8 minutes to the University on the other side of town. Besides all the normal stuff, each day holds something different. For example:

Monday: Anthropology, 2 hour break, Human Geography, 2 hour break, English, Women's Chorus, Family Home Evening at the church, homework
Tuesday: Linguistics, errands, homework, Skype date with Bestie Selene, Institute class at night
Wednesday: Anthropology, 2 hour break, Human Geography, 2 hour break, English, Women's Chorus, Homework
Thursday: Linguistics, errands, homework, Institute Choir, laundry day
Friday: Anthropology, 2 hour break (usually we watch a movie or have an adventure), Human Geography, 2 hour break, English, Sometimes an Institute or Ward Activity, homework
Saturday: sometimes sleep in, homework, get groceries, tidy room, help tidy house, errands, sometimes have an adventure with friends
Sunday: Church, Ward Choir, sometimes a church broadcast

And this is all without a part-time job yet. Phew.

I'm Mormon. We don't do coffee. And for a long time i believed in the following equation:

(I do not own any of these images, nor am I affiliated in any way with those who have taken them. I don't have the sources but if one of these is yours, contact me and I will gladly credit you with ownership!)

I have always maintained that I was born in the wrong decade. My love for old and vintage things attests to this. Last weekend, the Institute hosted A fifties dance. I do not agree with the common notion that all women wore in the Fifties was poodle skirts and ponytails. I do realize they were popular but... *sigh*

Sorry. Rant finished.

ANYWAYS... I refuse to wear poodle skirts. It's a cop out (to me) and an insult to my creativity. This was my outfit:

Dearest Jess,