Recently, I have rediscovered the joy of poptarts. Fresh out of the toaster poptarts. They're not nearly so good when they're untoasted. Nevertheless, I like toaster strudels better overall, but poptarts are a fairly good substitute when I can't afford toaster strudels. Which is all the time.
I made an A on my final yesterday. This is good. And Hyrum came over. He needed to borrow some cornstarch. Right. Just like he needed me to spell a Latin word for him. And just like he needed me to edit his history paper. My personal favorite was when he came over after ward prayer to ask if my roommate, Amanda, had gotten a haircut. She hadn't. Well, at this point I'm pretty sure that he's interested. Boys don't do things like that if they're not interested, right? Still, things are developing slowly; I don't mind, though. I have no idea what I'm doing anyway. Boys confuse the heck out of me. And not only are they confusing, they're stupid, and you should throw rocks at them. And that is my conclusion.
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