I have a problem

I need to get stressed.

That sounds wrong...right? Right. Well, the thing is- it's the end of the semester and I'm not stressed. Most people would think I'm blessed. Here's where the problem comes in. I SHOULD be stressed. I have a ton to do. However, I'm just not worried about it. Why do I want to be stressed? Because I have NO MOTIVATION to get anything done! Oh well. Thus, I continue with my regular..."I'm in the lab and will write a post" blog.

We graduate in 6 days. 6 DAYS! Marvelous.

We got asked to house sit for a counselor in our ward. They have a hot tub. I'm pretty excited about that. I think Clay's most excited to watch the dog =) WHICH reminds me.

Our friends got a cat. Can you see where this is going?

The story goes like this:

Our friends buy a townhouse. We are all excited...go over there and SURPRISE! They have a cat! How exciting. Clay pretty much immediately got attached. "Hun, do you see this? She's so cool! Do you see how friendly she is?" With a ginormous smile on his face. I say, "Yeah- I'm allergic...but thanks" Of course...his response would naturally be, "Come and hold it"

"No thanks"

This conversation pretty much happened the whole night. He keeps saying, "But hun, people are allergic to different breeds. I'm sure you are not allergic to some sort of cat..."

As I sneeze, and feel my throat itch, I say..."Well hun, up until this point- I have yet to be around a cat that I'm not allergic to- sorry". What does he say? Well of course, "Well, you haven't been around ALL kinds of cats hun..."

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So anyway. We go to our OTHER friends house, who has kittens. I admit, the kitty's are dang cute. Yet, again...I sneeze. Not just once. A lot. Of course, Clay says, "You were probably just allergic to the grey one"

I'm not even joking about this conversation. Clay wants a cat. I told him that it will be a long time until we can get one...so we'll talk about it later. That seems to be the best response in times like these when he reveals he wants another animal. These conversations have happened when he talks about wanting a bird. Except that I tell him no.

We are seeing Harry Potter tonight and I couldn't be happier. I kept forgetting all week that we were going (you see, we bought advanced tickets) until today...I keep thinking about it, and I'm super pumped. Not to mention all the sweet previews we'll see. I LOVE previews. They get me all excited and gitty. Even though I never see the movies until like...a year later on dvd. I will be sure to give you a detailed review of what I thought...

Summer is so wonderful. I kinda dread winter. I really need to get some more cute boots. Otherwise I just might not be able to get up in the morning.

We are reading Catcher in the Rye right now. I am totally loving it. It reminds me of SO MANY PEOPLE from high school. Not in a bad way or anything. I just get taken back to those times...I have a specific person in mind who I think of as Holden Caulfield. I wont say who though. And I've only read 1/3 of the book- so don't go giving away the ending now.

I haven't really done our dishes FULLY for like a month. That sounds HORRIBLE. Which it is. Trust me. But the truth is, it's not AS horrible as it sounds. Firstly, we use a lot of paper plates, and we eat at Clay's parents a lot lately. Secondly, the key word is fully. See, I have time here and there to do dishes...but never enough time to do them ALL. So I do a few "loads", also known as the amount that can fit on our drying rack, and then I run out of time or get tired and so leave the rest for "tomorrow"...which turns out to be next week...so really, the dishes on my counter aren't a month old...but I really feel like I haven't had a fully clean kitchen for a month. I'm a nasty unsuccessful homemaker...I know. Our bathroom desperately needs cleaning as well. Yikes. Maybe I should take a week before I start working and just clean clean clean.

One last story. Today I have a laptop and three books in my bag. It is HEAVY. I go to class, my teacher returns my knit dress I made to me, and I of course, try stuffing it in my already stuffed backpack. What happens? BAM! Zipper breaks. So...what do I do all day? Walk around carrying my backpack like a newborn baby. I'm not even joking. My friend in my class laughed her head off at me when she saw me. And because of that, I started laughing my head off...even after she wasn't walking with me anymore. That's right, I was walking on the sidewalk with TONS of strangers, holding my fat backpack like a baby, laughing...but trying not to laugh, so probably making really funny looking faces, ALL BY MYSELF! I'm pretty much awesome. I know.

Alright. I guess that's all for now.