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Oh, how I wish my camera wasn't dead in my desk drawer, for I've encountered many things to document as of late. I will do my best to provide thrilling descriptions, but the rest is up to your imagination.

-I signed my first apartment housing contract yesterday! A couple weekends ago, my friends Kristen, Kimberly, Jordin, and I went knocking on countless doors to determine where we wanted to seek residency for next year. Apparently, BYU approved housing complexes are in 24 hour open house mode. I thought it seemed weird at first, but I guess in Provo, having complete strangers come to your door, asking to look around your apartment is a common occurrence, so we joined the masses and took notes on bedroom set-ups, kitchen accommodations, and couch conditions. I also made sure to ask about being able to put nails into the walls for decorating purposes, and I think that I was the only one who was drawn to one particular apartment for the sole reasons that the lighting fixtures were new and non-fluorescent, and it had six-panel doors. We didn't go for it, seeing as the complex was all girls, and mostly returned missionaries, putting them three or four years older than we soon-to-be-sophomores. Haha. The Petersen genes just can't be suppressed! We ended our with The Elms and Monticello as our top choices, and when The Elms was taking contracts at the housing fair yesterday, we jumped, signed, and now we're waiting for confirmation. It's so exciting to be able to say "I'm living at The Elms," because: A. It's way better than saying, "I'm in Helaman Halls," thereby labeling you as a freshman, and B. Now we're finished dealing with the frustration and anxiety of housing selection. Woohoo!

-I read Susan's post this morning about her beautiful Valentine's cookies, and couldn't help but laugh, thinking about the sugar cookies I helped make at work yesterday. These heart-shaped delicacies are monstrously huge, thick, chewy, store-bought "cookies," that we topped with highlighter-pink frosting (no joke, they probably glow in the dark) and multicolored sprinkles. I would do anything to be able to take a picture of one the plates of leftovers sitting in my desk drawer because they are something to behold. If only I could introduce Nan to the wonders of lightly tinted butter cream icing with tasteful white icing accents.

-I have recently discovered, much to my dismay, that EasyMac is pretty gross. I bought a few microwavable bowls of it at Smith's while ago, because they were on sale "10 for 10" (I can't resist anything that's "10 for 10") but upon eating one for lunch, realized that the delicious EasyMac I remember from childhood was clearly an adolescent delusion. Worse yet, I discovered a bowl of EasyItalian in the vending machine yesterday! Fake-cheese-and-noodle-cuisine has introduced "marinara sauce" into the market. Kraft needs to stop this madness.