Keeping up the tradition;

--Um, so there is one thing that I do enjoy more than I should and it's the only stereotypical teenage girl thing that I allow myself to enjoy. Alright, so for every Twilight movie it's been a tradition for me and Aysia and our moms to go to since the beginning. We always get Coldstone ice cream before and have either gone to early showings of the movie or at midnight. Last night was the very last movie, so to keep the tradition of course we went. (Also, I was secretly more excited about this movie than I should have been.) Aysia puts up with me during the movie, my mom comes along to humor me, and we all have a great time. Well, at least I do. And yes. I thought the movie last night was fantastic. Sue me.

     Oh my goodness, how on Earth am I ever going to get married.

 --Yes this picture was necessary; For two reasons:

1.The kid to the right of me was the only reason I didn't fail Physics in High School.

2.They were handing out free Frosty coupons

--Free Frosty coupons.

Logan, it smells like Cow poop there;

--Well Megan was complaining how no one ever visits her,  how we always go to Provo but never to Logan so I went up last night because I'm a true friend. Her mother happened to be there as well and took us out to dinner with Megan's sister in law and nephew who is one of the cutest kids on this planet. No contest.
   So we get back to Megan's apartment, she shows me around to her friends there like I'm her trophy wife then we continue onward to the grocery store to purchase fancy glasses for our fancy beverage. As we're leaving the store, an old man stops and gives me an award. True story. This is what happened:

Old man: "Oh my! You just get the... the brightest red lip stick award of the day!"

Me: "I've always wanted that award!"

Old man:"Well that's just great! You never see that anymore!" 

*Says this while simultaneously giving me a high five*

Me:*Leave the store with a new sense of purpose.*

   Yeah, that was great. What was almost as great as receiving that award tonight was that when I left Megan sang improve Broadway songs to me as I walked out to my car. Wow, has she got talent.

 --When we got home from the store... Megan Started to give herself a haircut.

 ...As well as open this bottle... with a knife.

 --We're the cutest things that we've seen all day.

 --Oh and I stopped here on the way home, because how could I not.

(I also took the wrong exit and kind of got lost.)

A countdown;

--I will be in the MTC in: 

Not different from any other morning;

--Well, this morning was just another normal morning in the Jensen house. The only difference was that Clark actually woke up in a shirt and he was wearing his new hat that Nathan and I just bought him for his Birthday... Yes Clark's Birthday was the beginning of last month.

Adventure Time.

They speak Danish in Denmark;

--My very best friend opened her mission call last night. She will be serving in the Denmark Copenhagen mission. I'm really proud of her, and I'm really glad that she cried when she opened it... I'm so proud of you Megan-child! We're going to be so close that we could practically swim to each other! Except... not really because missionaries don't go swimming... but we probably could if we really wanted to!

...Also for Megan...

I leave in 111 days.

Mmm hmm;

--I'm really excited that Bigfoot decided to pay a visit to my neck of the woods. I really am. Good thing my dad knows everything and showed this (it's a link so... you click on it...) to me last night.

Mmmmmmonday;

--What has my day been like? Oh I'll tell you. 

     For my Psychology class we are required to participate in a Psychological Study happening on campus to earn 10 credit hours. We can participate in a study or write 2-3 research papers to earn these hours. Honestly, I am not going to write a paper if I can just give some of my blood for credit, and science none the less. 

     So my teacher invited two of the "well trained" phlebotomy students from our university to come to our class today and draw our blood. They invited us to come up two at a time and of course I was the first person. I was genuinely excited to be getting credit so easily. I rolled my right shirt sleeve up because in the past a phlebotomist once told me it's my easiest arm to draw blood from. I thought I was being very helpful. The lady came over, tied that rubber band around my arm and started poking me. This is normal. When she was talking to herself and made a final poke to some vein on the side of arm saying "This is the one."  I thought to myself, this is not so normal. She proceeded to clean my arm off then take the needle to my arm skin in a very odd place for one to draw blood from. She stuck the needle in, then continued to fish around under my skin for the vein. She never found it I guess. So she tried my left arm, told me it would be a lot easier, and failed once again to draw blood.

     She asked the man if he could try, telling me he was a lot more practiced than she was. Comforting I thought. He tried my left arm again in a different place, failed, then moved onto my right arm. By this time I had three holes collectively. And before I knew it, I had four. This is how fifth needle was used:

Man: "This vein will get us what we need, I promise."

Me: ... (I gave him a reassuring smile, I was silent most of the time)

Man: "Alright you're going to feel another ,hopefully small, pinch."

"Hmm... I thought I for sure got your vein that time, I definitely felt it go in..."

Lady holding the test tubes:"Maybe you need to go in further."

Me: *nervous laugh*

Man: "Probably... let me just.. Oh. (he then quickly pulled the needle out and placed a piece of gauze on my arm. The gauze was immediately soaking in my blood.)

Me:"Should it be bleeding that much?"

Man:"Um... I went straight through your vein so... (he puts four pieces of gauze on my arm, then wraps tape around my arm four times.) You'll want to keep that on for the majority of the day..."

Me:"Okay..."

--So the rest of class I can just feel all four layers of gauze soaking up my blood. And at the end of class I peaked under the tape and none of the gauze was white anymore. As I was walking out the door the man stopped me, handed me some more gauze, a roll of tape and told me "In a about twenty more minutes, you'll want to put this on..." Then he walked back to finish drawing someones blood. That's what today was like.

Evolution of Prom;

--High School dances were always a big hassle, were always awkward, and always what I looked forward to. Looking back on what I wore each year to Prom was weird because I got more casual as each dance came around. I don't know what I was thinking Jr. and Senior year, but for some reason, both of those dresses happened. How I thought a dress that massive was fantastic, and then practically having no sleeves was peachy makes little to no sense to me now. Hmm funny.

Sophomore Year

 Junior Year

(Seriously... It's massive.)

Senior Year

(No one even told me to put on a sweater before I left.)

Tuesday this week;

--My friend Spencer dressed up as Slender-Man the day before Halloween and scared the cats right out of me. True story.

The last day of October, some call it Halloween;

--Wow. Yesterday was kind of an important day for me. Important yes, and exciting as well. Not to mention the roller-coaster of emotions I've had this past week. And I mean I feel like a crazy person because I'll be so excited one minute, then the next I'll start crying and I feel absolutely ridiculous. Now that I have my mission call (yes I'm going on a mission) my hopes are that things will get a lot easier. Also, the semester is finally coming to a close and I cannot wait to be done for a while.
       Any who, I voted for the first time yesterday (I crossed that off of my bucket list last night), and I got my mission call to London England. Exciting? Yes. Also, my very best friend Megan Hadley drove down all the way from Logan to be here. She's a babe.

 Waiting for the mail-lady; 

I was positive she got in a car accident 

because she took exceptionally long today.

    Word.