Currently:

Currently,

This is me:

Yep. Just woke up from a four hour nap. 

And it's only nine.

*sigh*

Cute bangs, right? 
       Wrong.

I have been given a "week-day curfew" fit for a 9th grader. 

I suppose I should start cleaning my room more often.

I miss Melissa. A lot.

I'm hungry. But nothing sounds appetizing.

Speaking of eating, I'm kind of dreading this new diet that I'm going to be doing with Kenzie. But it should be good. And highly effective.

There's a vacuum at the end of the hall that I just tripped over.

I'm kind of sick of working. But the money is good.

In 23 days I will be driving to Park City with Chad to spend a few days with Jackson. I sure do miss that boy. And I'm incredibly excited to see him.

I don't know what to do with the rest of my life. Photography? Or maybe culinary school. Who knows. Maybe I'll be a traveling gypsy.

I want my hair to grow long and be beautiful.

Sometimes I have a good cry for no reason at all. This is one of those times.

I'm really not excited to be going to Dixie.

Or college in general, for that matter.

Maybe I'll drop college, and work. And then travel the world.

And then I could find myself a husband in Spain. Or maybe England.

I think that's ideal.

But I want a new car.. So that's not going to happen.

^But neither is that for a few more years.

My dad tells me that Maddi and I are the only smart ones for staying home for college.

Except Scott. He's the exception. He says he's the only one smart enough to be leaving. 
{Told you he loves you}

I want something good for myself. But I don't know what that is.

I love Kyle. A lot. Even though I don't always act the part.. He's a peach. He always makes me smile.

Speaking of peaches, we have a billion-and-a-half on the kitchen counter. Oh the benefits of a grandparent with a fruit tree.

Also the benefits of a father who gardens: lots of squash. and corn. and beets. But I don't like those. They make the house stink. We have a lot of vegetables all the time.

Watermelon with salt is delicious.

I don't want my brother to go back to war.

But he's getting married, and I love his fiance. 

She's taking me to California for my birthday. I'm crazy stoked.

Eminem is my weakness. Also The Format. They make me happy.

I love Mary. And her unsuccessful attempts to help my life be less unexperienced. ha!

Practice Makes Perfect. 

{So sweet I can hardly speak do to such trauma in my teeth. But your body language is telling me that you're worth the pain.} That's for you, love. (:

Laughing is good.

Here's my new favorite website. Trust me. It will make you laugh.

My dog smells like a skunk. Most likely because he's been sprayed twice in one week.

I want a breadstick. And a snow cone. Captain, come home.

And now I'm starting to ramble.

Currently, I feel alone. Melissa needs to come home. And I'm hungry.