tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18565510538541501602024-03-12T17:57:12.654-06:00a bit of good madnessKellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13165046039220428071noreply@blogger.comBlogger283125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1856551053854150160.post-34485417062571000052015-12-15T18:40:00.003-07:002015-12-15T18:40:44.625-07:00Missed me?Wow, it's been a while since I've graced this corner of the internet.<br />
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Last year I got pretty busy with teaching, traveling, and full-time adventuring and obviously the blogging fell off. However, blogging is something that I LOVE and I've been itching to start again.<br />
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So, if you've missed me and want to keep following my adventures, you'll be happy to know that I'm online again! I recently launched a new blog called <b><a href="http://www.pocketfulofbrilliance.com/">Pocketful of Brilliance</a> </b>where I publish content to help you live authentically and adventurously.<br />
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And don't worry, the good madness continues. We're just calling it "brilliance" these days. ;)<br />
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I hate playing the "catchup" game, where I try to condense the last 2 1/2 months of my life into a blog post or two so that you can catch up on my adventures. Obviously, if I was better at keeping up on my blogging, there would be no need for catching up! But, since I've slacked off a bit, I figure that I'd better post about SOME of my adventures, at least for my mother's sake.<br />
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First exciting tale to relate: my birthday. Birthdays are always fun. I think so, anyways. And I think they're especially fun when you're living somewhere or doing something totally out-of-the-ordinary. Past birthday events of mine have included going on a white water rafting trip [and returning home to discover that my brother had secretly eaten MY ENTIRE BIRTHDAY CAKE while I was gone, but that's another story], running a half-marathon, being in the MTC, and going to Lion Country Safari in Wellington, Florida as a missionary [it sure is lucky when your birthday happens to be on p-day!]. Who needs the traditional presents and birthday cake when you can have adventures like that?!<br />
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Luckily, this year was no exception, and my birthday in China proved to be one of the most unique and exciting yet.<br />
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Keep in mind I'd been in China for approximately <b>1 week</b> when my birthday rolled around. Having a birthday during the first week of September has always been kind of a love/hate thing for me. Having your birthday fall on the first day of school? <b>Hate it.</b> Try having your 18th birthday be your very first day of college classes when you still don't know anyone and totally feel just as lost as you look. <b>Kinda lame.</b> But besides that occasional unfortunate occurrence, I'm really a fan of my date of birth.<br />
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<b>Anyway, </b>my 24th birthday started off with my first day of Chinese class. This class proves to be an adventure in itself <i>every </i>day. but it was especially exciting that first day when I was hearing and trying to imitate all these tones and sounds for the first time. Another fun fact about my birthday was it fell on a Wednesday, which just happens to be the day when I don't have to teach any classes!<br />
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The real excitement happened when I headed home from Chinese class and got a text from Marek, one of the other foreign teachers. He said that the Wuxi TV station was filming a segment for one of their shows that day and had asked him to be in it, adding that if he knew any other foreigners who would be willing he could bring them along as well. Even though he didn't really know what exactly this was going to involve, obviously I was totally cool with tagging along. I mean, <i>hello,</i> I'm completely okay with becoming a Chinese celebrity. All he'd been told was that the segment would involve us (the foreigners) attempting to speak Wuxi dialect, which is the [difficult!] local dialect of Chinese that's spoken here.<br />
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In my head, I envisioned the TV host handing me a script and a microphone and saying, "GO!" (or whatever the Chinese equivalent of "go" is). I figured it was going to be one of those "let's laugh at the silly foreigners speaking chinese" shows.<br />
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Imagine my surprise when I show up and they cast me as a princess in a mini-Chinese soap opera!<br />
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We ended up filming for 4+ hours! By the end, my attempts at Wuxi dialect actually didn't sound too bad. Probably the funniest part of the whole thing is that I literally had no idea what I was saying or what emotion I was supposed to be expressing, since everything was in Chinese. Hence, some pretty bad acting on my part...but whatever. It enjoyed my little unexpected adventure. The segment aired the next week during the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday. In the end, they didn't end up using most of what we filmed and (mercifully) the segment was pretty short. If you want to see me making a fool of myself in a regional Chinese dialect, the link is below. <b>The segment starts at 48:00</b>. Heads-up: It's very Asian. Oh, and please, feel free to laugh. <br />
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Also, just a note...the part where I hold my stomach is NOT because I've discovered I'm pregnant. The grandma is trying to explain a Chinese proverb to me about "the boat being too big to fit inside the stomach"....or something like that. I still don't get it.<br />
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....oh wait, I've done such a terrible job at updating this blog that you have no idea who I'm talking about. <i>*sigh* </i>D.J. is a fabulous guy I met only a week before I left on my international adventure and who has managed to play a fairly large part in my life thus far. Aka....we're dating. It's been great so far, even though I never thought I'd be the type of girl to do the long-distance thing. One of these days I really need to give you some updates. But for now, all you need to know about him is that he earned some MAJOR brownie points with that movie. I mean, come on....he sent me FLOWERS! In China! I still don't really know how he managed to do that. But needless to say, I was impressed. My birthday was FULL of fantastically wild moments, but that lovely surprise was probably my favorite part.<br />
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That evening, some of the students and my friends from the student volunteer union threw a birthday party for me! We had some kind of strange Asian jelly dessert and cake. I taught them how to play the game "What are the Odds" and it got a little wild, which obviously I loved. Such a fun time!<br />
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I couldn't have chosen a better way to welcome in my new age. 24.<br />
But I'm not going to lie...it sure does sound <b>old.</b><br />
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this old woman kelliKellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13165046039220428071noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1856551053854150160.post-36195098998315552792014-11-03T23:41:00.000-07:002014-11-03T23:44:03.837-07:00i will enjoy these moments<div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;">
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Travelling in China
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Every time.</div>
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This time, I'm
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Unfamiliar
city, big group of Americans who speak
hardly any Chinese--</div>
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We must be a sight.</div>
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Wrong
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Trying to find the
fastest way to the train station</div>
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when I find myself
being corralled into a tuk tuk.</div>
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[Imagine
an oversized bicycle built for 3]</div>
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Only in China.</div>
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The wind whips past
us as we careen through Chinese traffic</div>
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<span style="font-style: italic;">Hurry, hurry</span> I think</div>
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And then I realize….</div>
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Why am I so rushed?
Why do I want to hurry away from this moment?</div>
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These are the
moments where I feel alive.</div>
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These are the
moments that make me realize I am truly living.</div>
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These are the
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The moments I will
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on the days in years
to come when my life is "normal" again.</div>
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So instead of
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I smile and laugh and throw my cares to the
breeze.</div>
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This moment can only
exist once, and that "once" is <span style="font-style: italic;">right
now</span>.</div>
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I will never be in
this exact moment again.</div>
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I don't want to
hurry it away.</div>
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I love noticing how,
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the charm of this
place tears down all my western worries.</div>
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I will enjoy these
moments. <br />
All of them.</div>
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[Maybe
I don't ever have to live a "normal" life.</div>
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Maybe
there are moments like this in every country,</div>
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in
every stage of life</div>
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And
I will catch them if only I stop hurrying and worrying so much.</div>
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This
thought gives me hope.]</div>
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Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13165046039220428071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1856551053854150160.post-69910671521352101932014-10-27T08:45:00.003-06:002014-10-27T08:50:31.630-06:00fascinationI am fascinated by how China is constantly and consistently surprising me.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', 'Segoe UI', Helvetica, Arial, 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">From the moment I stepped off the plane and found my little Chinese driver who didn't speak a word of English holding a sign that said "KELLI DOUGAL MICHELLE", I've been utterly in love with this place. I mean, sure, I've had moments when I would have given ANYTHING to be magically transported back to the States (preferably to a location with a Red Robin or a Chili's nearby), but for the most part, this place has nuzzled its way into a corner of my heart.</span><br />
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Whether it's vendors selling things I've never considered eating as food,<br />
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the quirkiness of this country never ceases to put a smile on my face.<br />
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One of my favorite things, however, is not just my fascination with <i>them</i> and their culture, but the pure <b>fascination</b> that the Chinese people have with everything. I think it's lovely and even a little refreshing. Unfortunately, I feel like in American culture, we have a tendency to label things that are different as being <i style="font-weight: bold;">weird.</i> Don't tell me you've never done it; I know if you think back to your 4th or 5th grade class, you can still remember which kid was the "weird" one. Maybe that's the case here in China as well (I don't spend a lot of time in 4th grade classrooms to know), but from what I can tell, when something is different rather than rejecting it, they are fascinated by it. They want to know more about it. They want to take pictures of it. Even if that "it" happens to be...oh, you know, a white girl from America. I can't tell you how many people have taken pictures of me since I've been here. I've literally had a car stop in the middle of the road and all of its occupants rush out and line up to take pictures. At least once a week when I'm travelling on the metro I hear the whispers of a Chinese child pointing at me and telling his parents, "Baba, white girl! White girl!" (<i>I'll be honest, though, that has started to become less cute/endearing and more annoying at this point)</i> The first day of every class, when I looked up from plugging in my flash drive at the podium, all of my students had their phones out and were snapping pics of me that would later be shared on qq and wechat [the popular social media networks here]. <br />
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Speaking of my students, here are a few pictures with some of my English major sophomores...<br />
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I <b>love </b>my students. Even though they are in college, the best way I can describe them is <i>precious.</i> I mean, just look at this email I received from one of them today...<br />
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<i>"<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', 'Segoe UI', Helvetica, Arial, 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Dear Kelli</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', 'Segoe UI', Helvetica, Arial, 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> ,</span></i><br />
<i><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', 'Segoe UI', Helvetica, Arial, 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">It's the first time I am writing a letter to a foreign friend. Yeah, rather than call you teacher,I want to call you my friend...</span><br 13px="" arial="" clear="none" grande="" helvetica="true" lucida="true" neue="" sans-serif="" segoe="true" true="" ui="" white="" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', 'Segoe UI', Helvetica, Arial, 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">You are very beautiful and I saw some special qualities in you .You are bright,confident and easy-going so that I want to know everything about you. You are like my sister.When I saw you,I feel a sense of relaxing and happiness. </span><br 13px="" arial="" clear="none" grande="" helvetica="true" lucida="true" neue="" sans-serif="" segoe="true" true="" ui="" white="" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', 'Segoe UI', Helvetica, Arial, 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">If you want to know something about China or Chinese, please talk to me. I will give you all of I known. </span><br 13px="" arial="" clear="none" grande="" helvetica="true" lucida="true" neue="" sans-serif="" segoe="true" true="" ui="" white="" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', 'Segoe UI', Helvetica, Arial, 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Best wishes,love you."</span></i><br />
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Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13165046039220428071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1856551053854150160.post-32810517679666287372014-10-14T23:50:00.001-06:002014-10-14T23:50:37.338-06:00finding my way to the orient...China.<br />
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How did I end up here, where THIS is considered a toilet<br />
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On the days when I feel homesick for America, for familiar foods like cheese and chocolate chip cookies and signs that I can actually read and drivers that don't scare me half to death, I wonder the same thing. <i>how did i get here? why on earth AM i here? </i>But during all the moments when I'm not trying to figure out how far a kilometer is or wondering if I'm ordering chicken or tofu, I love it here. I absolutely love it.<br />
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For as long as I can remember, I've always loved China. I've always wanted to come here. It was #1 on my "Travel Destinations" list for ages. I grew up hearing Mandarin phrases and looking at pictures of Chinese children because my mother served an LDS mission in Taiwan when she was a young woman. One summer when I was in high school, we had a foreign exchange student from Chengdu come live with us and I was thrown into this wild and wonderful world of all things Chinese for a few weeks. I loved everything about it. I loved our exchange student and the other students in her program; I loved their curiosity and their innocence and their incessant giggling. I loved how they snapped photos of everything. I loved the fact that all those characters they wrote actually meant something. I think it was then that I decided I wanted to come to China to experience the culture, the people, the food, and to learn Mandarin.<br />
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So, before I left on my mission, I talked about coming here to teach. When I left on my mission, I decided to look into it when I got back. Even when I was out in Florida, sometimes when people asked what I'd do when I came home I told them I <i>"might go teach English in China!</i>"<br />
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Upon arriving home, did I look into it at all? ....Erm, nope. [Well, okay, just for the record, one afternoon I <i>did </i>to get some info about paid teaching positions in China. I visited a couple of those Utah-based programs, like ILP, but either the websites didn't work or I couldn't find what I was looking for and so my China dream got thrown unceremoniously onto the back burner.] I decided that I was going to move back to Provo in the fall and get a job working in a rehab/treatment facility for teenagers. I even planned to interview at the MTC during the summer and see if I could get a couple jobs lined up for fall.<br />
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Buuuttt...luckily for me, God had other plans. And so He made it really obvious to me that I was supposed to come to China. He dropped a job opportunity to teach English at a university into my lap literally 2 days before I left for my summer of EFY. And I honestly have never felt so good about an opportunity before as I did about this one! <i>[Heck, if I'd ever felt that good about one of the guys I'd dated I'd be married now.]</i> I applied for the job and got it, and I knew without a doubt that for <br />
whatever reason, I was supposed to be in China.<br />
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So, in between teaching teenagers and doing EFY line dances, I started getting everything ready to head out and live abroad for a year. Unfortunately, just because you receive confirmation that something is the right thing doesn't always mean it's easy. In between being a full-time EFY counselor for 10 weeks straight and hopping on a plane every Saturday to fly to a different session, I had some of the biggest hassles of my life trying to get a passport, visa, health examination, etc. But, in the end, it all worked out, even with 3 months of me doubting the confirmation I'd received and wondering if I was out of my mind. After all, hopping on a plane to live in China for a year wasn't exactly an idea that made sense.<br />
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Yet here I am! I haven't quite figured out all the reasons why I'm here, but I do believe that it's exactly where I'm supposed to be. And more importantly, I really do <i>love </i>it. Missing oreo milkshakes and Plato's Closet is a price I am willing to pay if it means I get to have an adventure living abroad for a year and hopefully touch a few Chinese lives in the process.<br />
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Here's to more blog posts about my milkshake-less, squat toilet filled, wild Chinese life.<br />
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xoxoxo,<br />
kelliKellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13165046039220428071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1856551053854150160.post-2881347501182740582014-10-14T00:53:00.000-06:002014-10-14T00:53:06.411-06:00next adventure: chopsticks styleIt's ironic how I used to be able to write so much on this blog when there really was so little going on in my life.<br />
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Now, when I finally find myself smack dab in one of my lifelong dreams--to live abroad--I haven't said a single word about it on here.<br />
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Well, for those of you who weren't aware...<b>I live in China! </b><br />
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<b><br /></b>Yes, I moved on from my <a href="https://www.blogger.com/http:www.blogspot.com/kellionamission">SoFlo</a> adventure, danced through my 3rd summer of EFY, and am now onto my next<i> </i>adventure. I've packed up, picked up, and moved myself (alone, might I add) 5,000 miles across the ocean to the magical land of China. I'm sorry I've done such an awful job at making you a part of it. I promise to change...<b>starting <i>now!</i></b><br />
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So expect to hear quite a bit more about my happenings in the very near future.<br />
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internationally yours,<br />
kelliKellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13165046039220428071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1856551053854150160.post-77658107706408717492014-05-23T18:03:00.002-06:002014-05-23T18:03:33.732-06:00ReturnWell, I'm back. I'm home. (Even though in many ways, Florida feels a lot like my home now) Time flew by, my whole mission came and went, and now I find myself back in Washington (but only for a little while longer).<br />
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My mission was <b>ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE!</b> Aah. It's not quite possible to sum it up in words. However, you might get a gist if you read any of the letters that my sister posted on my mission blog.<br />
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I want to come back to the blogging world. <b><i>I do!</i></b> I love it too much to stay away forever. But for now, I'm not going to be jumping right back into upkeeping this blog again. As of tomorrow, I am headed off to my favorite summer job--being an EFY counselor! <i>(I meant it when I said I was only in Washington for a "little while longer." A very little while, indeed.) </i>After that, I honestly don't know right now where I'll be. There are lots of exciting opportunities and I can't wait to find out what direction my life takes now.<br />
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So don't think of me as gone forever. I'm sure I'll be back on here before you know it, blogging up a storm. But don't count on seeing me much this summer.<br />
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Well, until then, may your outfits always look fabulous, may your days always be sunny, may your kisses all feel like firsts, and may you always have a reason to sing.<br />
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Love you all,<br />
Kelli<br />
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PS- In the meantime, if you really want a fix of some wit and wisdom from yours truly, you can order a copy of my book, <a href="http://www.lulu.com/shop/kelli-dougal/austins-guide-to-girls/paperback/product-21641604.html"><u>Austin's Guide to Girls.</u> </a> I know I talked about it forever ago on this blog but I finally revised it and put it back online. All of the high school boys who test-piloted it loved it. They marked it up, highlighted it, put the ideas to good use....Hopefully you know someone who can benefit from it, too ;)<br />
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<br />Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13165046039220428071noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1856551053854150160.post-39351585638685949302012-08-28T14:22:00.002-06:002012-08-28T14:22:22.355-06:00see ya later, alligator!There is a chance that I might run into a gator or two in South Florida.<br />
<br />And if you want to find out whether or not I do....check out my <a href="http://kellionamission.blogspot.com/">mission blog</a>!<br />
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I'll be sending home weekly emails to my family and they will be posted there. So, if you're curious to see what I'm up to or how I'm enjoying the humidity, be sure to check it out.<br />
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Also, if you're not sure why on earth I would give up education, my family, and Travis (gasp!) for 18 months, check out my <a href="http://mormon.org/me/3QTQ">Mormon.org profile</a>. It talks a little bit about some of the things that I believe, and there are lots of resources on the website that will help you understand more about the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.<br />
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Well darlings...see y'all later!<br />
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<br />Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13165046039220428071noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1856551053854150160.post-64026442690929486702012-08-28T14:02:00.003-06:002012-08-28T14:02:28.432-06:00family picsTomorrow's the big day!<br />
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Just thought I'd give you a peek at some of the last-minute things we did as a family before sending me off. After all, we won't all be together again for at least 3 years (Austin and Nathan will be leaving on missions while I'm gone--there will be 3 of us out at the same time!)<br />
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We went to Voodoo Doughnut, since I'd never been, and I wanted to see what all the hype was about...<br />
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<br />We had a little mission open house, so I could visit with friends before leaving!<br />
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And finally, we went to our favorite travel destination (mainly our favorite because it's only 2 hours away)...<b>SEASIDE!</b><br />
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<b> </b>Yessir, I am happier than a seagull with a french fry. What a fun way to go out. :)<br />
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<br />Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13165046039220428071noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1856551053854150160.post-63456858962041281852012-08-27T20:29:00.001-06:002012-08-27T20:29:50.397-06:00alterationsJust a few more mission fashions before I head out!<br />
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So this lovely purple skirt didn't start out quite as lovely. In fact, when I bought it, it looked like this:<br />
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I really didn't like the color. It wasn't flattering at all. But I liked the fit and the material (and it was pretty inexpensive!)...so I decided to get it and dye it!<br />
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One packet of Rit dye later, it looked like this:<br />
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This next skirt didn't start out looking quite the way it looks now, either...<br />
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I own this bright yellow dress that I love. But unfortunately, I've had it for a few years and it's started to get a little shorter and a little tighter as time goes on, meaning that I don't wear it as frequently.<br />
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I really wanted to bring one bright skirt (preferably yellow, since it's my favorite color)...and luckily, this dress ended up being really easy to make into a skirt! (And luckily I have a mother who is a wonderful seamstress and can help me out with such projects!)<br />
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Obviously, this isn't one I'd wear on biking days...but I have a friend who recently got back from a mission and her advice to me was to bring a pair of heels and one or two nicer skirts so that I could "feel like a lady!" at baptisms and zone conferences. I wouldn't have even thought of that, but I thought it was a fabulous idea.<br />
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But even though I've loved showing off some of my mission fashions, obviously I'm not serving a mission because I felt like putting together mission outfits. <i>(Duh.) </i>I'm going on a mission because I love the gospel of Jesus Christ and I love sharing it with others. Being a counselor for EFY, BBY, and sports camps was so awesome because I got the chance to teach people about things that will bring them happiness in this life <i>and</i> in the life to come. I know how much happiness the gospel and my membership in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints has brought me and I'm excited to get to go and share this blessing with others! There have been so many experiences in my life that have taught me that my Father in Heaven loves me and I can't wait to teach other people that He loves them, too.<br />
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I've made a mission blog, and I'll post a link to it tomorrow. Maybe I'll even post a few pictures from our trip to Seaside today, which was the last trip we'll take as a whole family for quite a while! But....just in case this ends up being my last "real" post, know that I adore all of you! I've loved reading your comments and hearing advice and especially encouragement. Thanks for sticking around and reading the ramblings of this crazy girl. :) <br />
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<br />Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13165046039220428071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1856551053854150160.post-10368642979848837362012-08-27T09:23:00.000-06:002012-08-27T09:23:21.680-06:00brown and blueWell, we're coming down the home stretch! I fly out at 6 am (blah) on Wednesday morning!<br />
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Last night we had a little open house for me so people could come and say goodbye. I didn't really want to have one (for some reason I never felt awkward having birthday parties when I was younger, but now I feel kind of weird about throwing a party for myself), but it was actually really nice to see people! I've been here for about 10 years now, so it was fun to talk to some of the people that I've known the whole time.<br />
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I am SO excited. So excited. And it's coming up so soon!<br />
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Anyways, just a few more mission outfit pictures before I go.<br />
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Hey, so do you remember this skirt? I've worn it before....<br />
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But as you can see, it was a little bit shorter than.<br />
Anyways, I just LOVE this skirt and I really wanted to bring it. Solution? Add just a little bit of brown fabric to the bottom...<br />
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...and voila! Perfect mission skirt!<br />
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And even though I don't anticipate many cold days, I will be bringing along that favorite old blazer of mine. (Just in case.)<br />
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And then we had to take a few close-up pictures so I had my "missionary" shot. I mean, come on, everyone does it. I didn't want to be left out. :)<br />
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The close-ups also allowed me to document this short new hair that I am just IN LOVE with! I don't know if I've ever mentioned it on this blog, but it's been on my bucket list <strong><em>forever</em></strong> to cut all of my hair off and have a short pixie cut. I figured that a mission was the perfect time...after all, if it looked bad, it wouldn't matter because I'm not trying to impress any guys! Plus, it will be the perfect hairstyle for Florida. My hair <em>hates</em> humidity and so I didn't want to deal with long, frizzy hair. I also knew that I wasn't going to appreciate long hair on my neck the second I felt that Florida heat. So...what better option than to chop it all off?<br />
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And seriously, I love it. I do. It's so low-maintenance!! (Also perfect for a mission!) I run my hand through it in the morning, spritz it with hairspray, and it's ready to go. <br />
<em>Maybe this is what guys feel like...</em><br />
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Well, I'm hoping to get one last post in before I leave...so this isn't final goodbye quite yet.<br />
But we're getting close. ;)<br />
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Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13165046039220428071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1856551053854150160.post-24999617846527277722012-08-24T22:24:00.002-06:002012-08-25T16:03:07.998-06:00backtrack<a href="https://sphotos-b.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-prn1/539753_10151895312900319_1958407025_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a>We're gonna take a little break from the regularly scheduled posting of mission outfits to share with you a little piece of my summer.<br />
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Okay, so it was actually the majority of my summer. I did camps for 6 weeks in a row...2 weeks of EFY, 1 week of BBY, and 3 weeks of sports camps. Unfortunately I slacked during sports camps and didn't take a single picture, but here are some pics from my other 3 weeks of camps!<br />
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<b>EFY TACOMA WK 1</b><br />
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<b>EFY TACOMA WK 2</b><br />
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<b>BBY</b><br />
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Throw in 3 weeks of volleyball- and softball-playing 12-year-olds, and that's my summer in a nutshell! It was a blast. Being a camp counselor is the greatest job ever, even though it can be <i>really</i> tough some days.<br />
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Oh, and when I wasn't chasing around teenage girls, I was busy<br />
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<b>wearing mustaches </b><br />
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and <b>hanging out with the Soup Nazi. </b><br />
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Oh, what a perfect summer before I head off on my mission!<br />
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Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13165046039220428071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1856551053854150160.post-87661079792713566622012-08-23T16:24:00.000-06:002012-08-23T16:24:55.647-06:001 oufit 4 ways: on the farmOkay okay, so I don't <b><i>actually</i></b> live on a farm.<br />
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But still.<br />
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For today's shoot, I decided to *<b>pretend</b>* like I lived on a farm and take pictures of me doing farm-esque things so you're not stuck looking at a bunch of outfit pictures that all look the same. <br />
<i>We do have <b><a href="http://agirlnamedkelli.blogspot.com/2012/08/chasing-chickens.html">chickens</a></b>, after all. So it's <b>sort of</b> like living on a farm. And I even cleaned out the chicken coop the other day. I totally feel like a farmer.</i><br />
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Anyway, since I only get <b>two</b> <b>suitcases</b> to my name for the next year and a half, I can't bring unlimited clothes. So it's vital to learn how to mix and match clothes and make a lot of outfits out of the same few items. For these pictures, I used the same skirt, the same accessories, the same shoes, and then three other shirts to come up with <b>four </b>different outfits. <br />
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And I also chased a couple chickens along the way.<br />
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(The peach shirt is from DownEast Basics but everything else is from secondhand clothing stores...my favorite way to shop!)<br />
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<b>OUTFIT 1</b><br />
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And yes, I <i>did </i>have quite a bit of fun taking these pictures.<br />
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Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13165046039220428071noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1856551053854150160.post-59591307109105457002012-08-22T19:12:00.000-06:002012-08-22T20:13:39.187-06:00chasing chickens<br />
Oh, don't worry, that title is not misleading.<br />
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This is, in fact, a video of me chasing chickens.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5IxxbgjFI7pJO42PXY4LRu6emXSEwPGCgZp0LGL54sbdK3AJmSAlmgyfluJI90kHRiT_Vht66v_sB2TnmIhyphenhyphenySvVQv7pC-u8gGEyipbsdozRQegtb3EYO-anaD8ypEmKky6HqTPXE33MY/s1600/179.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5IxxbgjFI7pJO42PXY4LRu6emXSEwPGCgZp0LGL54sbdK3AJmSAlmgyfluJI90kHRiT_Vht66v_sB2TnmIhyphenhyphenySvVQv7pC-u8gGEyipbsdozRQegtb3EYO-anaD8ypEmKky6HqTPXE33MY/s400/179.JPG" width="300" /></a>For some reason, every time I've come home over the past four years there's been a new addition to the family. Once it was a foreign exchange student. Every other time it's been some new breed of animal. My little sister is an animal lover (sort of) and seems to get basically any animal she asks for, turning our household into a miniature zoo. Once when I came home, there was a new parakeet in the living room. Once it was a fish. Once it was a dog (ugh). Next time it was a new parakeet to replace the one that had died while they took a brief sojourn to Utah to visit me (whoops). And this summer when I came home, I was greeted by not one new animal but <strong>eight</strong>. There are <strong>8 chickens</strong> that now live in my backyard. <br />
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I originally thought the chickens were my mom's idea because she thought it might save on buying eggs at the grocery store (???), but I discovered today that Bex was, in fact, the one that requested the chickens. Luckily for her, a couple families at our church just <strong>happened</strong> to be giving away chickens! <em>Perfect! And...random...?!</em><br />
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Anyways, I decided to style a couple more mission fashions for you...but with a themed photoshoot this time. You'll get to see more tomorrow, but for now, just know that it involves chickens.<br />
And know that chickens do <em>not</em> like to cooperate. They're either really camera-shy or just rude.<br />
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As you'll see on this video that my mom decided to take, trying to catch a chicken is one of the more ridiculous things I've attempted in life. It's also surprisingly difficult.<br />
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I promise, it's really presh. There's even one point when my mother refers to me as "Hen-girl." <em><strong>Thanks, Mom.</strong></em> <br />
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So...here ya go. (Because I all know you were just DYING to watch me run around in a mission skirt and flats chasing poultry)<br />
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Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13165046039220428071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1856551053854150160.post-14355201275658435082012-08-21T10:57:00.000-06:002012-08-21T10:57:27.856-06:00an outfit post...sister missionary styleLike I mentioned in the last post, I've now become a bit obsessed with sister missionary fashions.<br />
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I thought it would be really difficult to find cute skirts that were long enough (skirts need to completely cover the knee front and back), but it turned out to be fairly easy! Surprisingly, I actually had a lot more luck here in Washington than back in Utah. But my wardrobe is now complete! For the next 18 months I'll be wearing skirts, comfortable flats for walking, and lots of cardigans and button-down tops.<br />
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So I figured I might as well show off some of my new finds. I looked around online for "sister missionary clothing inspiration" but couldn't find much, so hopefully these ideas can help out other sisters who are determined not to look frumpy on their missions. After all, it is perfectly appropriate to teach the gospel of Jesus Christ and look cute at the <b>SAME TIME!</b><br />
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Everything I'm wearing in these pictures was purchased at second-hand clothing shops...more specifically Plato's Closet, Goodwill, and another little consignment shop in my hometown.<br />
Seriously. Everything I'm wearing. That bottom outfit cost me about $20 total.<br />
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If you happen to be curious about the dress & grooming guidelines for sister missionaries, the official website can be found <a href="http://missionary.lds.org/dress-grooming/sister/">here</a>. They recently changed the standards so skirts don't have to be quite as long and they don't have to be dark, solid colors. In fact, dressing "vibrantly" by wearing bright colors and accessories is now ENCOURAGED! <br />
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Awesome, I know. Because I do like accessories, after all. :)<br />
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I'll post more later!<br />
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<br />Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13165046039220428071noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1856551053854150160.post-846891384124506862012-08-20T15:06:00.001-06:002012-08-20T15:44:29.732-06:00ut.wa.fl.So, I'm not even going to apologize for not posting for a month. I'm just going to go on with this post and pretend like that month+ never happened...<br />
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This was me a week ago.<br />
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And this is me today.<br />
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So, as you can see, I<br />
<b>a)</b> Cut all of my hair off, and<br />
<b>b)</b> Now specialize in sister missionary fashion!<br />
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Yessir, I only have a week and a half left before I enter the MTC, the Missionary Training Center. I'll be there for a few weeks before I head off to Florida on my mission!<br />
I'm getting really excited about it, even though my initial reaction seemed a little less-than-excited...<br />
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Yuppp.<br />
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So a couple weeks ago, I said goodbye to my friends...<br />
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...especially my best friend/roommate Candace (who will be heading off on her own adventure soon to teach special education in the country Qatar)...<br />
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...and then last Thursday I said my (tearful) goodbyes to Travis and the good land of Utah...<br />
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...before jumping in my car and driving allll the way home.<br />
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Ah man, Imma miss Utah. I loved the last four years so much!<br />
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But I'm excited for my new adventure in Florida. (And I'm also excited that it starts so SOON!)<br />
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And you should get excited because I promise to blog a little bit more before I leave. I have to show you some lovely sister missionary fashions, after all! :)<br />
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<br />Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13165046039220428071noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1856551053854150160.post-18770680345632163902012-07-11T14:12:00.002-06:002012-08-20T15:44:46.628-06:00called to serve<br />
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Two and a half weeks of camps later...I'm a little pooped out. I spent the last two weeks doing EFY up in Tacoma, WA (which rocked) and this week I'm a BYU sports camp counselor. But despite being rather tired, I do have some exciting news for you!<br />
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As you know, I've been expecting one of those big white envelopes from
Salt Lake! I was hoping it would show up before I left Provo to head to EFY, but it
didn't. Bummer. I figured I'd just open it when I got back to Provo.<br />
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My family had other plans, however, and since I was stopping in at home on the way to and from Tacoma, the fam really wanted my call forwarded up so that they
could be there when I opened it. I figured this was probably a better
idea, seeing as I'm the oldest child and so this was kind of a big deal
for my parents.<br />
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So, Wednesday (the day when mission calls usually come) arrives and I ask Travis to
check my mailbox. He goes to my house, but all of my roommates are also
out of town and won't be back until Sunday. SUNDAY?! Gah. So I resign
myself to just having to wait.<br />
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Anyways, I get a text right later that night from Travis. The
text says, "I may or may not have just broken into your house through
your bedroom window."<br />
I shook my head. Silly boy.<br />
The next text, a minute later, said, "And I may or may not have stolen your mail key..."<br />
Clearly, he was lying.<br />
The next text said, "And I may or may not be holding something you've been waiting for!"<br />
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Obviously, I didn't believe him. I punched in his number and as soon as he answered the phone, I called his bluff. He
insisted that he really had broken into my house, grabbed my mail key,
and gotten into my mailbox. I still refused to believe him! I mean, <i>come on!</i>
You can't just go <i>breaking</i> into people's apartments! But then when he began detailing the things that he had seen in my
bedroom, including a picture of my friend <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxx8zBJChr9v1y0O0hsWkrVKt8OeXDou5692I2NmYfrTN7e9Javv9inoZ4cNg5mczmDEXLEc-M16FFweB1t3XBYGkKuwuwyQwHdr5cYOqPI8JWoTkvQ-FymOw4i_lC4AdAOXzkQUmlgPrZ/s1600/100_2124.JPG">Tyler</a> (fondly known as "Kitty") that was on my dresser...<br />
...I started to believe him.<br />
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But I still demanded a picture of the call. Just to be certain.<br />
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And he sent it. Travis did indeed have my mission call in hand.<br />
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And the rest is history! He forwarded it up to my family and I opened it
on Saturday night on my way back down to Provo. So....the verdict
it....<br />
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....I've been called to the <b>Fort Lauderdale, Florida<i> </i></b>mission!<br />
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I'm speaking English, which I was a (tad) disappointed about, but
whatever. I'm good at English. And besides, there are so many languages
going on in South Florida (Miami, anyone?) that I'm sure to pick up some
phrases here and there in Spanish, Creole, etc.<br />
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I'm reporting to the MTC on August 29...which means I will have
approximately 2 weeks at home after I finish everything up here in Provo
before heading <i>back</i> to Provo to go into the MTC. So it's pretty
fast! But I'm not complaining. I didn't want to sit around waiting for a
few months. :)<br />
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Anyways....there ya go. Come September I'll be one hot tamale! <i>(Speaking of hot tamales, I am munching on some right now. Hee.)</i> Oh, humidity, here I come!<br />
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Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13165046039220428071noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1856551053854150160.post-403340601633771162012-06-23T17:13:00.004-06:002012-08-20T15:07:21.748-06:00closing nightToday is the last day of the <i>Wizard of Oz</i>! I can't believe that went by so fast. It's been such a fun show and I'll really miss the cast.<br />
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But I won't have too much time to think about that because early tomorrow morning I'll be on a plane flying to Washington, where I'll be doing EFY for two weeks. And believe me...EFY kids can keep your thoughts quite distracted from your own life.<br />
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Thank goodness, since I HAVEN'T gotten my mission call yet which means it will probably come next week and it will be sitting in Provo waiting for me while I'm in Washington! Gah. Talk about killer suspense. Oh well. :)<br />
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Anyways, here are some photos from the land of Oz...<br />
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<br />Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13165046039220428071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1856551053854150160.post-57577302988585630852012-06-14T16:00:00.001-06:002012-06-14T16:03:21.800-06:00(not) with a bangIt started out like any Thursday.<br />
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I got up, put on some clothes, spritzed my hair to refresh yesterday's curls, and walked out to greet the morning sunshine. I walked past the couple that is always on the porch making out at 7:45 am on Thursday mornings, skirted around the sprinklers, and up the hill to campus. I greeted my coworkers, I sat at the front desk, I later clocked out and studied for a final.<br />
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But it was that final...the <i>final</i> final...that made this Thursday quite a bit different from previous Thursdays.<br />
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Because when I handed in that final at the testing center, I was handing in the last test I will ever take at BYU. Turning in that test marked the end of my undergraduate career.<br />
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I am now officially a college graduate. I can no longer write "Student" as my occupation. For all intents and purposes, I am considered an "adult" now.<br />
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How strange.<br />
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I was tempted to stand up and yell, "I'M <b>DONE</b>!" at the end of my test. I've always wanted to see someone do that, so I was really considering becoming one of those people. But as I looked around at the other students, brows furrowed in concentration as they scribbled out equations, I decided not to interrupt their concentration. Luckily, however, as I was exiting the room I ran into a friend from freshman year; when he asked how I was doing, I said "I'M DONE WITH COLLEGE!" in a semi-loud voice. Maybe someone heard me and mentally applauded. <br />
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To celebrate my anticlimactic accomplishment (I'm referring to the whole "finishing 4 years of college" thing), I went and tried on a bunch of dresses at the bookstore that I wasn't planning on buying and had a laugh with myself in the mirror when they were all hideous. I then decided to have an ice cream party with myself, but I ran into Travis so instead I sat and watched him eat Taco Bell. (And then I got ice cream.)<br />
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It feels wrong to not be starting school again in the fall. I love school! I love learning. I even like taking tests and writing papers. (<i>Most of the time.</i>)<br />
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And I should feel like I'm sitting at the starting line of something grand, since I have all these new beginnings and exciting things ahead of me. But I'm having a hard time looking ahead because I literally have no idea what's out there. I don't even know where I'll be in the fall, since that big white envelope hasn't arrived yet. It's hard for me to be excited about leaving this place because I don't <i>want</i> to leave it. I like BYU. I like Provo. I like being a college student. <br />
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Travis says I've been too somber lately. I think it's because I don't quite know how to feel about all of this. I'm sad about being done here and at the current moment I don't exactly have any "life after college plans" to get excited about. Sure, I'm excited about a mission, but since I don't have my call yet it really hasn't hit me. <br />
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Wow. What a lame college graduate I am. I should be hooting and hollering and buying a new wardrobe because I'm so thrilled that I don't have to do any more group projects or research papers. <br />
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Maybe the hooting and hollering will come soon. Maybe tomorrow I will suddenly realize just how liberating it is to know that I might never have to write another analysis essay again.<br />
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But for today, I just feel this sense of wistful melancholy as the life I have known for four years (or 15 years, if we're talking about being a student) quietly comes to an end. I think that's what strikes me the most: how quiet it really is. There was no applause, no sudden change in the way I view life. I just quietly finished my last test and I quietly accepted that I was done.<br />
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It brought to mind the words of a poem I loved in high school. The poem was also quiet and left you unsure of how to feel, which seems to accurately describe my mood.<br />
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<i>This is the way the world ends</i><br />
<i>Not with a bang but a whimper</i><br />
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<i></i>And so it ends.<br />
I'm done.<br />
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(Don't worry, I promise I'll be a lot cheerier next time I post!)Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13165046039220428071noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1856551053854150160.post-85766150365881637612012-06-13T12:20:00.004-06:002012-06-13T12:23:30.194-06:00egads.In <a href="http://agirlnamedkelli.blogspot.com/">this post</a>, I mentioned that I'd have a big announcement soon.<br />
So I thought I'd let you know that there's a big white envelope from Salt Lake City on its way to me very soon.<br />
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In fact, there's a possibility that it could be waiting in my mailbox <i><b>right now</b>.</i><br />
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Egads.<br />
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<br />Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13165046039220428071noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1856551053854150160.post-57440540849314170862012-06-02T16:50:00.000-06:002012-06-02T16:51:02.657-06:00girls' nightThis is a picture of what happens when I decide to go running but then find out that Pizza Pie Cafe is having a $5.99 dinner deal.<br />
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Whoops.<br />
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No running for me. :)<br />
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After gorging ourselves on massive amounts of pizza, we went to Target with the intention of trying on swimsuits. But after discovering that there were approximately two swimsuits in the entire store, we decided to try on other stuff that we weren't planning on buying. I mean, why the heck not?<br />
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<i> I just had a glimpse of the type of old women we will be someday.</i><br />
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If I ever meet a boy who makes me feel as good as I do during a girls' night Imma marry him.<br />
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Sometimes I still wear cute outfits.<br />
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And sometimes I have <b><i>really</i></b> fun girls' nights.<br />
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Oh man. I'm gonna miss these ladies.<br />
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My time in Provo is slowly ticking away. I have less than <b>three weeks</b> of classes left.<br />
<i><b>gahhhhhhhh</b></i> <br />
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<br />Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13165046039220428071noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1856551053854150160.post-39957148788077253342012-05-11T11:45:00.001-06:002012-05-11T15:26:52.418-06:00busy girlOops, I did it again.<br />
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I went a really long time without posting.<br />
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My apologies.<br />
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Right now I am in the thick of my <i><b>last semester as an undergraduate student.</b></i><br />
It's exciting and sad and both moving too quickly and too slowly all at the same time.<br />
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I'm mostly taking fun classes. My schedule consists of a bit of dancing, a lot of singing, and first-year writing. (GAH. I KNOW.<i> But whatever, I'm over it.)</i><br />
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Oh, and I'm also the coolest class <b>EVER...</b><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">FLORAL DESIGN!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Seriously. It's the coolest.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Not only do I get to play with flowers, but...um, hello, it's a class all about flowers and color and learning a skill that makes people happy. Plus, the teacher rocks. We watched a music video of David Archuleta last week because he was singing in a flower shop.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Any teacher who plays videos of David in her class is deserving of an award.</b> </span> </span><b> </b><br />
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I've also been pretty busy with work; this week I've been helping conduct
interviews to decide who's going to be replacing me and some of my other
coworkers when we leave. It's been a really cool experience! I feel
like my supervisors really trust me since they're allowing me to be a part of the interview process, and it's been awesome to be on the <i>other</i> side of things.<b></b><i> </i><br />
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We already talked about this lovely occasion in my life...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I still make this face when I remember that I won't be going to school again in fall.</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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Remember this movie?<br />
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This show is the next addition to my schedule that's been keeping me busy! That's right, after a 5-year-long hiatus, I am <i>finally</i> back onstage again. (The last show I did was my junior year of high school when I was Sally in <i>You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown.)</i> Last month, Travis talked me into auditioning with him for <a href="http://www.scera.org/events/view/282"><i>The Wizard of Oz</i> put on by the Scera</a> in Orem...and surprise surprise, we both got cast! If you come to the show, you'll see a lot of Travis; he's the Tinman, so he's basically onstage the whole time. I'm just in the ensemble so I pop in and dance and sing occasionally. <br />
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Speaking of Travis...<br />
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...we have a strange relationship right now. We broke up last month and I thought it was a "for good" (or at least an "until after your mission") type thing...but then he came back a few days later and still wanted to be a part of my life. <br />
So...we still see each other frequently, whether it be at rehearsal or when he visits me at work or on excursions to eat the King Kong Kone at Macey's.<br />
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Yes, that whole cup is full of ice cream. And yes, I did eat it all. (Travis helped.)<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">THERE</span>,</b> now you're all caught up with my life! That's what's been keeping me busy as of late!<br />
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Also...hopefully soon I'll have another big announcement! <i>(NOT an engagement, haha. Sorry to burst your bubbles.)</i><br />
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<br />Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13165046039220428071noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1856551053854150160.post-55080856125962813442012-04-25T12:18:00.000-06:002012-04-25T12:21:46.105-06:00class of '08...oops, i mean '12.<i><b>Good news:</b></i><br />
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<b>I am alive.</b><br />
(I know you were worried.)<br />
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<i><b>Bad news:</b></i><br />
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I haven't updated in who-knows-when and my life has taken a lot of twists and turns that you might not hear about.<br />
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Sorry 'bout that. I've been quite caught up in a too-busy semester and taking finals and falling in and out and <i>back</i> in love with a silly boy and trying to create some semblance of life plans.<br />
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I've also been a bit busy....<br />
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.....<b>GRADUATING!</b><br />
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Okay, okay, so technically I'm here until June doing spring classes. But I moved my tassel from left to right and walked across the stage, so I guess it's official!<b> I'm a college graduate!</b><br />
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When the heck did <i>that</i> happen?!<br />
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I swear that at heart, I'm still this crazy little freshman girl, running around the dorms and causing havoc...<br />
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Cue Vitamin C's hit song <i>Friends Forever</i>. <br />
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Also, I don't think I really look<b> <i>so</i></b> different from the last time I walked across a stage and got a diploma...<br />
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Ah life. I guess the growing up never stops.<br />
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But no matter how many years pass, caps and gowns will never be attractive. <br />
At least some things never change. <br />
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<br />Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13165046039220428071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1856551053854150160.post-18452862432816422522012-03-17T17:02:00.001-06:002012-03-17T17:04:52.393-06:00man shirt version 3.0<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSFsL_PvT-Y7Rh_QXPBdV2CMHpKBcAKCSrGoWORSC2VLXzgEpyl3hj3v8R_uzQ5M2RNefbVA9hszYwoi0Kg31O3mqaSbmgFhVlrFzc7sBcOo9IHxBIV1wr3Mg7BcP10NRq49fqWwMRKjdj/s1600/100_2991.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSFsL_PvT-Y7Rh_QXPBdV2CMHpKBcAKCSrGoWORSC2VLXzgEpyl3hj3v8R_uzQ5M2RNefbVA9hszYwoi0Kg31O3mqaSbmgFhVlrFzc7sBcOo9IHxBIV1wr3Mg7BcP10NRq49fqWwMRKjdj/s640/100_2991.JPG" width="474" /></a></div><br />
Creative title. I know.<br />
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</a></div>So I wore Travis's shirt again. This time I paired it with a cardigan to mimic that faux preppy school girl look that everyone loves so much.<br />
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I'm tellin' you, people probably had NO CLUE I was wearing a man's shirt!<br />
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And I'm starting to really like the chambray look. I didn't think I would give in but <i><b>I AM!</b></i><br />
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Anyways, I tried to decide whether or not to tell you what I'm doing right now. It's so weird and random, however, that I realized I couldn't resist. Right now I am sitting in a tiny cement room watching two nerds paint shaving cream hieroglyphics on the walls. Earlier they were chucking potatoes at the walls.<br />
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This is how I spend my Saturday afternoons.<br />
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Instead of explaining, I will leave you to wonder.<br />
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Also, (thankfully) my summer is slowly starting to take shape. Basically, I am going to be a camp counselor <i>ALL SUMMER LONG!</i> In addition to doing <a href="http://agirlnamedkelli.blogspot.com/search/label/efy">EFY</a> and <a href="http://agirlnamedkelli.blogspot.com/2011/07/bby-2011.html">BBY</a> again, I'm also going to be a BYU Sports Camp counselor!<br />
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I'M SOOO EXCITED!<br />
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In other words, I will play games all day long, chase around youth, get no sleep, and eat <i>way</i> too much food all summer.<br />
Sounds fantastic. :)<br />
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But those are my only post-grad plans thus far. So...I have approximately three months of the rest of my life figured out.<br />
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<i><b>I'M OFF TO A GOOD START! :D</b></i><br />
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Hopefully the rest of my life comes together soon, too!<i><b> </b></i><br />
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