I finished a big research paper. It’s all printed out and ready to go and I don’t have to stay up all night worrying about it. I even got most of the questions answered on my Holocaust workshop exam study sheet, so I’m prepared for the test. Now let’s just get these final exams out of the way, gosh darnit.

Bruna just sent Megan, Sandra, and me a message on Facebook saying that she will be in Utah the week after New Year’s. Oh my gosh, you guys, it’s been three years since I’ve seen that girl’s face! I cannot tell you how much I’m squealing over here. I love that girl. I can’t wait to squeeze her. Bruna (for new readers) is one of my besties. We met each other at Herriman High when she came as a foreign exchange student from Brazil. We met in theater class, which might give you an idea of how awesome Bruna is. Doing theater in a foreign language? Yeah, I would have passed on that opportunity in Germany. I cannot wait for Spencer to meet her because I know he’s just going to love her. Gah!

Amber and my four and a half mile route is actually five miles. Yeah. FIVE. We’re running five miles every other day!

Today was the last day of Professors Metz’s class. I asked him to give me a few summer book recommendations. There are still a handful of German blockbusters that I’ve got to read. I think my favorite book I read was The Sufferings of Young Werther. I think it’s a book that everyone can relate to on one way or another. And you just love and hate Werther. It was my first reading of Goethe. And I am fascinated with the fact that it was such a hoppin’ book that people at the time were committing suicide left and right because of it. That much influence? Wowy.

I love Spencer this week. I love Spencer all of the time, but I love him this week. Last week I was contemplating running away (I’m laughing out loud as I write this) cause at one point I thought “screw this, marriage is too hard, I’m out” and in my head I went to a place with lots of trees to climb and waterfalls. My emotions were caused by many things: not eating very well, womanly bodily cycles, the stress of being broke, finals, life, and the fact that yes people, marriage is ridiculously hard, so let’s stop NOT talking about it so I don’t go insane and no, I don’t want to talk about it in family relations class, I just want us all to stop acting so “clean house, perfect husband, perfect wife” thing going on here cause it’s not in me to pretend to be that. I want to smash it all. Like Donkey Kong. Yeah. Like… Donkey Kong. Take THAT for a simile.

But yes. I love Spencer.

I think I’m funny. I’m going to bed.

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  1. Welcome to life and marriage, Anne. Yes, it’s hard. Really hard. And usually it’s worth it.

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