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Along with thunder thighs and a tendency to hoard junk from the 1970's I inherited the Francis gene that prohibits me from mailing letters. It's not that I don't have stamps around, Brad mails things all the time, and I do know how to properly address an envelope-I just loath the idea of sending a letter. I can't explain why exactly but somewhere between putting the stamp on and writing the address I just give up and set the letter aside. I probably have a birthday card for you sitting on the hutch in a pile of exiled letters that will never make it to their rightful receivers. If you come and visit me I probably will not give you your card because it's a little embarrassing when you say "Merry Christmas, Mom! Oh and here is your birthday card from May in your stocking".
I have been putting of ordering my transcripts because I assumed it would require some level of letter sending and/or mail forwarding on my part. Seeing as my classes should start in three weeks, and I had yet to register I had two choices in front of me: Face my family after they found out I had put off school yet another semester or Face my Uspsphobia. I called the PYLUSD transcript office with a pen in hand, ready to send them what they needed to forward my records.
Turns out, you don't need to do anything to have your transcripts faxed. It took all of two seconds, I just gave them my college's address and off they went. If my sister had been here she would have rolled her eyes much as she will when she reads this. All the late nights I layed awake fretting about the deadline I wouldn't meet and the records that wouldn't be sent to be handled in one swift phonecall.

No Aliens, Psychopaths or MTV hosts scare me like....Vampires that glitter in the sun.

And fans of Vampires that glitter in the sun as well.
I worked the Breaking Dawn book release on Friday night. We had some activities that included a costume contest, bookmark making station, and a debate between Edward (glittery vamp) and Jacob (teen wolf). The debate got HEATED and raged on with arguments like "Dogs suck", "Edward is cuter than Jacob" and my personal favorite "Ladies want their men hard like a Vampire". I think the best part of the last argument was that the statement was made by a 60+ year old female that reminded me of Dixie Wetsworth from Cabana Chat.
The highlight of the night was when Brad's sister read Tarot Cards and posed as a psychic vampire. A sad looking vampire came and asked her "Will I make a friend soon?" Kajsa, having never read tarot, flipped over a card only to reveal a girl standing alone with a rain cloud hovering overhead. Sad-pire then asked "Well, will I find love soon?" Kajsa flipped over the next card which happened to be none other than Satan himself. At a loss for words she just nodded her head an apologetic no.