It's that point of the semester where I oddly find time to:
//reorganize my tithing slips, i've collected almost every one since 2003
\\revert to the music taste of my 9-year-old self #marykate&ashleysoundtracks
//try on my future wedding dress, of which my birthing hips smile at the empire-waistline
\\pass my stalking abilities to my roommates
-follow boy (check)
-take 7 pictures of boy (check)
-observe sexy, uh regular body language of boy (check)
-imagine the fist bump picture when walking through the temple doors (check)
[I pass that last responsibility to myself]
I'm really just scared of getting bunions
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