I'm Guilty...

..of lying. Okay. lemme explain this.
I was walking home from my final [which started at seven, by the way.] and this boy pointed at me.
he said, "kylie, right?"
uhhh, yeah. I'm kylie. I asked him where I knew him from, he told me EFY, and then I pretended to know who he was.
Almost five hours later I have no idea who he is still.
All I know is that he enters the MTC in July to go to Australia. Cool beans. i don't know how to deal with that type of stuff. It has been probably three years since I last went to an EFY session. And, even then, there were 6 people I previously knew in my group.
 So, I didn't do anything to meet knew people. So, sorry Mister-MTC-australia-injuly man.
I will remember who you are someday. Maybe.
 Possibly. Probably not.

also, we get ISIC [internationalstudentidentitycards] for our trip.
the kennedy center muffed up, and mine is only allowed//valid//for one day in april. next year.
so, i need to go get that fixed.

anyways. nothing else new. except the fact that i am basically packed. cool, hey?

totes cool.
totes not like me to say totes.

k,
billy.