Last week was not my favorite week. In fact, it was actually easily one of my least favorites. I sort of lost 2 really good friends, and I had bronchitis. Not being able to breathe AND having a mind that won't shut up at the same time can really bring you down. At the same time though, call me crazy, but weeks like last week are kind of exciting to me. They are so bad that you just know that no matter what the next week brings, it will be better. I am lucky because at the end of that awful week, I had a handful of great friends waiting for me to join in the good times. The terrible week eventually ended, and an amazing weekend began. You kind of have to be grateful for those bad days, you know? Because without them, we wouldn't know what a good day was. 

And if today is your bad day, well, I'm sorry, and don't worry. Happiness will find you again, too. :) 

rinse. lather. repeat.

bad news.
I have been sick for a week and JUST got over it two days ago.
but guess what?
When I get sick, the boyfriend gets sick.
I hope it doesn't end up working both ways.

Also, can I just say that Adam left today
and I miss his presence already.
That very new returned missionary brought such a
fantastic spirit into our dorms.
I hope it lasts all semester.
Thanks for everything, Adam.

Love, Kalynn.

Physically, I feel like poop.

I have no energy.
I am utterly exhausted.
My body temperatures fluctuate like Katy Perry.
My head throbs.
My hands shake.
And my two-year-old attention span has been even more easily frustrated.

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In other news,

Today I had the most dry and boring algebra lecture I have ever been to in my life.
So instead of peeling my eyelids open and trying to stay awake/focused, I just paid attention to the random things other people were doing in class.

Lots of face-booking.
One girl was crocheting a scarf.
Lots of people texting.
but one thing caught my attention.
And thus I spent a solid 24 minutes watching the boy in front of me play tetris while our professor lectured on.
I found myself getting unreasonably irritated whenever he'd put a block in the wrong place.
I mean, he passed up an opportunity to vanquish four lines in one go; nOOb.


I need some new distractions.
That, or a better attention span.

{or both?}

I also had a solid conversation with my cheese tonight. I don't think that's normal.

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Can I make it until 8:00 for soup and quesadilla dinner and daily viewing of The Office with Matthew?

ughh.

Oh, uh...Love, Kalynn.

I've been deprived

Of this thing called "sleep."

For a second, I almost forgot what it was -
however, my dear friend Webster reminded me.

It's a verb. Say whaaaa?
Fooled me..