Blisters the size of my toe. Yummy!

Don't you just love being stressed out with a ton of tests in one week? I really appreciate the teachers synchronizing their schedules to have midterms and tests all in the same week. Total insanity. Yup.

Anyway, I've also been busy with my calling, work, homework, Ryan, Ryan again, and roomates. Life is so busy when you're at the school I'm attending. In past experience, the best way to deal with all of this craziness is to just take it a day at a time and to prioritize homework to what is due first, so you do that assignment or paper before reading for another class. At least it's organized stress.

Ryan and I have been dating for a month, and it has just flown by. It's funny to look at my first day back and we started dating. He's been so great to me. Good man, Ryan is. Gee, I sound like Yoda with that kind of a statement. But it's true, somehow even though I'm spending time with him all that time (I just said time twice in the same sentence, how does that make you feel compulsive indecision?), I feel like everything's going to be okay, school-wise and relationship wise.

The other day I wore some heeled sandals that pretty much killed my feet to the Relief Society Broadcast at the Mariott Center, and came home with blistered and cut up feet. You'd think I'd learn after this happening every time I wore those shoes, but apparently not. Anyway, I got this wicked blister on my pinky toe, which Ryan said was really gross, which is definitely saying something. So he pulled out his knife, and with my permission, he poked a hole in the blister and squeezed all of the pus (spelling?) out. I was pretty grossed out as well, you should've seen my face while I was clutching my favorite blue blanket, but I'm glad it's fixed. It was about the size of my toe itself. I hope nobody's eating while they're reading this, because they might become disgusted or something. I'm glad I'm so descriptive. Good for me. Yay!

Anyway, it's almost weekend, and conference, so it should be spiritually edifying, if not entirely busy with Ryan and homework. I guess if I had nothing to do I would be pretty bored, so I guess that'll teach me to have extra time on my hands.