My Future Lies In A Sweat Shop.

I was meant to cut and de-worm apples.
Give me a monotonous job and I'll nail it to the wall.
I'm kind of like an Asian child in a sweat shop that way.

The fam/the few friends made cider... all day long. After 8.5 hours I left and they still weren't done.
My grandpa's cider is the nectar-of-the-gods and it never runs out. You better believe we have it for every holiday.

I may or may not have nearly cut off the majority of my fingers and stained my fingers with blood. That's all part of the experience though right? It builds character (refer to Doctrine and Covenants 122).

I've found my friends' weak spot. The only way to seal the deal of them helping out with anything is to tell them my dear niece (Baby Tess/Baby Kumquat) will be there. It's a magical trick.

19 Going On Old.

The other day, I had a giant kick in the face telling me how old I really am (suppose to be).
Being the college student that I am, I felt it would be a good move to go in and talk to my advisors.
Yikes.
Don't worry, if I wanted to, I could potentially apply for grad school this summer.

Intened Reaction.

This however, would require me to go through.... hell.
I definitely considered it.

The earlier I get started, the sooner I would finish, the longer I would actually be able to have a career, and the more money I would rack up.

But, I would rather not have to take more than 13 credits (including the devil's subject) for the next however many semesters (including summer), get 1,000 hours of shadowing/internship-ness (is that even possible?), write a hypothesis-based research paper, apply to the chosen school, and take an three-lettered-test-that-I-don't-know-what-the-letters-actually-stand-for test.
Yep. I'll give myself an extra year to get that all figured out and hopefully finished.

This is the first time in my life that I actually feel "old."

Barbie Deserted His Nation.

Sometimes I feel cool.
Like when I listen to "Sail" by AWOLNATION with my hood up.

This is my most recent obsession.
Thank you Barbie-Boy-That-Sits-Next-To-Me-In-Chemistry for sharing.

Pligin' The Rig.

I'm feeling optimistic about the week.
It's going to be, for lack of a more sophisticated word, the shiz.

Check it.

• Monday: Institute and Afetchee (FHE)
• Tuesday: Band performance by my (and I quote), "Tall, skinny, future husband." I was invited by his dad. This boy is just barely 16... Just call me a kitten (a younger version of the cougar).
• Wednesday: Date with Dad. 
• Thursday: Care package making with the sis, aunt, and cousin.
• Friday: New Harmony or Bust! 11. ELEVEN of us are going down to NH Town for the weekend. We are going to stay at my grandparents, wander through the Apple Fest for a little bit, play hide and go seek in a cave or go for a hike, eat really good food, and just enjoy one anothers company. We even get to ride in a 14 passenger van. Hello "plig-rig."

So, I also have to take a test on Viernes, a chemistry test at that, but, it doesn't even matter because the rest of my week is going to be hoppin'.

My Sun: I Revolve Around It and Live Because of It.

Two Hundred and Ninety-Eight Days

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The countdown has begun.

The countdown has begun.

The countdown has begun.

The countdown has begun.

The countdown has begun.

For Bear Lake.

How does one celebrate? With a swimsuit, a lifevest, and a countdown chain.

Huzzah.

Toenails: Umbrellas For Toe Skin

At times, my mind thinks differently than most people.

For example:
One day my roommate asked me, "Kenlynn, guess what I did today." So obviously I took a stab at what she had done and said, "You played hopscotch on campus and then learned the alphabet in French" (or something along those lines). She was in such shock that I had actually guessed. She was almost angry with me saying that, "When you ask some one "guess what I did today" you are suppose to say "what?". That's no fun.

Also, I ask probably about 4 pointless questions to every 1 non-pointless question.
For example:
Why do we have toenails? I know we have fingernails to help us pick things up, scratch ourselves if needed, tickle the squirmish one, and make the sticker smell. But WHY do we have toenails?? I don't believe that they are there for protection, what are they suppose to be protecting? They aren't there to help us pick things up, that's why we have fingers. They aren't there for balance, you can certainly balance without them, your toes can stand alone. If you find a believable answer, let me know.

As an attractive member of the opposite sex walks by, why do our eyes follow behind them and laser in on the section below the belt and above the knees? Why do we focus in on the butt? We all do it, but why? They are FAR from good looking. Eyes, I can understand, they are the window to the soul. Lips? Also understandable, but the buttocks? Really? I do find them interesting however, now that I know what the muscles look like. I guess you could say that I'm not superficial, I look below the skin.... [insert pity laugh].

A lot of the time I just like to get to the bottom of things and understand how things work.
Like earlier today I had a roommate watching The Biggest Loser and I asked, "Do the contestants have to pay to be on the show, or do they get paid to be on the show, or neither? That's what most of my questions are like.

I just need someone to follow me around with all of the answers. That would be nice. Or maybe a super advanced 8Ball. Till then I guess I'll have to start making up answers to my questions. That'll give me something to do.
You'd think that with all my question asking I would be brilliant. Whoever said "the more questions you ask, the smarter you'll be" lied. Or if that saying is true, I'd hate to know what I would be like without all the question asking...