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I'm outta time and all I got is four minutes

It is full on raining for the first time since I've been in Hawaii. I want to be out playing in the rain. But instead I am writing a paper on the methods and success/failure of Reconstruction. Funnnnnn.

I miss Tuesday. Tuesdays are becoming a favorite. Real classes too early in the morning, volleyball at ten, devotional at eleven, beach at noon! I am getting more tan. Which is a good thing because an asian told me at work that I looked pale. That's like getting called fat by someone on the Biggest Loser. Ouch.

Last night I should have been watching Toku Reo but instead I watched Hannah Montana. Good thing I'm super productive now that I'm in college. Then again, last night I was getting off the computer when I saw that Princess and the Frog was available for streaming on Netflix. Trust me, it took a lot of self control to got to bed and not watch it.

Yesterday I met a girl named Rhonda Crowther. She is from Sanford. SANFORD. You have to understand, Sanford is SMALL. The 2000 census reports 817 people. Everyone their is either related to me or married to one of my relatives. It was ridiculous. Just thought I'd share that. I don't know how I didn't know her, from the summers and Christmases I've spent there. But she went to school with my cousin and knows everyone in my family. My mind was blown, as was hers since no one has ever even heard of Sanford. Just thought I'd share that.

Another thing worth sharing-- this quote from Jeffrey R. Holland:

"Dont you quit. You keep walking. You keep trying. There is help and happiness ahead."

Another thought...why do people feel the need to hit their cups with their silverware when they're around newlyweds? It just seems futile. I mean come on, they just got married. They don't need YOU to tell them to kiss. Seriously.

Despite the recent events, I still was allowed to help the runners. My idea of helping the past couple days has been riding in the truck and honking the horn at random passerbys. The pedestrians appreciate it...the runners, not so much. I have nothing else to say. Back to Reconstruction. Blah.

[Title from Four Minutes by Madonna]

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