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It would be so nice to remember things. I really wish I could, but it seems that often events, conversations, even entire people slip through my mind like I have a hole-y sieve for a memory. I don't think anyone really understands how truly frustrating this is, so I'll list a few of the wonderful things that have happened to me because of my bad memory:

I kept forgetting when I had set up study sessions with my classmates, and so missed 7 of our meetings over the course of the semester.

I paid a credit card bill twice in the same month because I forgot that I had already paid it, then forgot that I had paid it twice, and spent money that wasn't actually in my account. The bank kindly informed me of my blunder and charged me $30. Thank you, Ensign.

I forgot I had a class--I am NOT kidding--and slept in, thinking I had two hours before my first class of the day. Missed that entire class.

I forgot that the testing center closed early in the summer semester, and went to take a test on the last day of testing, only to find out that the center had closed an hour earlier.

I forgot the name of the guy who had asked me out, so I had to endure the entire date without ever calling him by his name. To this day, I still don't know.

I forget when it's Fast and Testimony meeting every effin' month and come to church well-fed and guilty.

I ask Rachel to be my neighbor on Cafe World, forget that I asked her, ask her again, forget again that I asked her again, and ask her a third time. Smiling, she tells me that I've asked her to be neighbors three times, and I can't for the life of me remember asking her more than once.

I continually ask about the health of a friend the entire evening, and he finally tells me he's not gonna answer me one more time, so I don't know how he even feels.

I forget assignment due dates, only to remember them far, far too late with the familiar, horrible sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I never know how old my family members turn on their birthdays, the dates of which I can also never remember.

I have to constantly do the math to remember how old I am. It is actually difficult to keep track.

These are just a few little gems that I get to endure with this memory of mine. I only hope that none of you experience the same ordeals and that your memories will continue to remain sharp and effective. I also hope that I can remember your names tomorrow. Good grief...