So, I’m leaving tomorrow morning to spend four days in Utah for a really cool blogging conference. And so I thought now was a good time to update a few new things about me, just to give you a glimpse as to why I act the way I do.

Or to explain what the hell is wrong with that weird girl who gave you the business card with the MRI and big black sharpie mark.

I live in Southern California, nearish to Los Angeles, but in a much less glamorous area. No one famous lives near me, unless you consider college students famous, in which case, you’re crazy.

I’m married to a doctor and am a full time graduate student in the health field. I can give you medical advice, but don’t expect it to be good and if you sue me, I’ll deny ever giving it to you in the first place. Oh, and spoiler alert? My advice is either to ice it or call your doctor. You’re welcome.

I’m staying in a hotel suite with 6 other women and 3 babies. That estrogen smell is me.

I have had a headache since last August. For whatever reason, this week has been an especially bad one. If I look like crap, you need not point it out. Trust me, I’m aware.

I only brought 3 pairs of shoes. I’d like a trophy for this. Even though none of them are more substantial than flip flops.

I brought pretzel and coconut m&ms. Be nice to me and you can have some.

If you see me taking a picture in your direction, don’t worry. Chances are I haven’t taken the lens cap off, or I focused on the bug in the middle of the sky instead of anything I might actually want to document. I’m an excellent photographer, clearly.

I tend to be pretty quiet when I don’t know anyone. I’m not standoff-ish, just super super awkward. You’ll see.

I know all the presidents in order. This has nothing to do with the conference, I just thought you should know.

I don’t really drink alcohol much. It’s really a combination of two things. First, I drank A LOT in college and it’s going to take more than 5 years to forget those hangovers. And second, it tends to make my already crazy screwed up brain, even more crazy screwed up. So if you see me with a drink, keep an eye on me. I’m likely to be entertaining. Or a disaster. Either way, totally fun to watch.

I don’t attach my last name, my husband’s name, or what I’m studying in school to my blog. If I disclose any of these to you (particularly while drunk), please don’t share them.

If I’m smiling a little bigger on Saturday, it may be because my mother in law is at my apartment. And I’m not.

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