Three Day Weekends Kill

Three-day weekends are awesome. Always. But they absolutely kill all motivation and prioritizing skills. Friday, I spent all afternoon swimming and watching movies. Saturday, I took a test and went to a concert cause I absolutely HAD to. Sunday, talked to the family, went to church, got home taught by my new home teachers (and, girl, they are FINE), and led my first ward prayer! (BEST day of the week, hands down.) Monday, hiked Squaw Peak (8.3mi), swimming, movie, FHE, more swimming. Today, I went to work. Then I'm supposed to go to campus. I didn't. I'm such a rebel. I came home and went swimming.  I'll head to campus soon for my class, but, during the summer, classrooms are for nerds and prisoners, and I am no prisoner! (Jury's still out about the nerd thing.) I am a strong, independent woman who knows what she wants. And right now, I want sun and swimming. Good-looking men, always. I have two more weeks of class and then finals, but I just don't know if I'll be able to hold on that long! The life of the long-suffering student is just too hard! All I know is that when I go home in 17 DAYS, I'm gonna be sunburned to a crisp or tanned to a hot babe. But I'm already a hot babe, so I guess since I'm going to burn anyway...

Squaw Peak, that ridiculous 8.3mi hike. But the view was amazing!