#wherearethewindchimes

I had such a stressful experience packing everything to go home from school that even though I've been home for like 3 weeks I keep having flashback dreams about it. It's really annoying.

Today my six year old cousin called me a "verrry young grown up" which I think is a pretty accurate description!

For my first two years of high school I was barely in the yearbook at all-- just my school picture and the pictures for the clubs I was in, and maybe one candid. But during my junior and senior years I was friends with the photographer, so there were like 15 candid photos of me in each yearbook. So the lesson here is that if you want to be in the yearbook a lot, make friends with the photographer.

I have an Elvis clock in my room. It swings its hips and is totally tacky and hilarious. It's actually my dad's, because he and my uncle give each other Elvis-themed gifts as a joke.

I mostly don't like country music, but for some reason I actually like the REALLY country stuff, like bluegrass and old country music. I don't know why.

I just found out that three of my favorite teachers from high school are leaving the school, and that shouldn't make me sad but it does.