So this Christmas break was pretty much like this the whole time:
And at first the thought of going back to BYU made me feel... very not happy. I mean, I love BYU, I love Provo, I love my roomie, I love my friends.
It was the homework.
So I turned into this three year old for a few hours.
And then I thought, "Wait a minute < evil laugh >,
< / evil laugh >, I could totally take over this semester and rock this BYU place out of the world!! I will be on top of my homework this semester! Not procrastinatin'. Not hatin'. Not... Potatoin' about. I will be great, see. I will work hard, see. ... I will rule BYU, see..." (Only diabolical people say 'see' at the end of their sentences.)
And everyone was happy, the end.
Love,
Mariah
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