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- Hannah is at camp all week.
- So is Aaron...
- I'm sad for one of my best friends Rachel because dearest Elche has passed away
- I'm listening to Aaron Carter and Jack Johnson
- I made a smoothie for breakfast and it was not exactly "delish"
- I miss breakfast cereal...actually I miss shopping for my own food, preparing my own food, and eating my own food - food that I choose.
- I should appreciate not making my own food while it lasts...
- NEXT WEEKEND IS MY FAMILY REUNION AND BOTH JAY AND CRYSTAL WILL BE THERE!!! With their spouses! YAY!!!
- I am walking without crutches and Almost with no limp - But Larry was less than excited that I came to pt without my crutches when he hadn't told me I could... whoops
- I have a crush on a guy with a girlfriend - Sooo lame! :P
- I read the cutest book yesterday: "Last Knight" by Hilari Bell - Really good book, I just gobbled it right up!
- So I realized this morning I've been going to school in Rexburg, ID for three years but I don't have a library card to the Madison Library, neither have I ever been inside said library

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Rachel said…
I LOVE Aaron Carter!
Wow that's intense. Well now said boy DOESN'T GOT NO BOYFRIEND! Lol. Go get 'im xD haha.
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so glad "said boy doesn't got no boyfriend" haha nor girlfriend neither. Silly AiQ!

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