monday

I got my ears pierced this weekend. I’m 21 years old and I felt pretty big.

Mondays around these parts are known for being notoriously busy. I feel like I run all day.

I’ve watched the new Hunger Games trailer 15 times now. 

I keep having this dream that I have a fiancé and we’re madly in love and going to get married and move to Boston, but then I wake up.

Sometimes the man that’s my fiancé is the dreamy and British Aiden from Revenge. And I’m ok with that.

I can never go to bed when I say I'm going to.

When the Lea Michele version of Without You comes on my mom's shuffle, I want to cry a little for Fin.

I always feel like my life is on the verge of something great lately in my life. I hope it doesn’t wear off.

I booked a flight to be reunited with all my friends for Can Can’s wedding and I screamed in joy.

How did I go this long without trying fire roasted tomato and olive oil Triscuts?

Last night I stayed up way too late talking to my favorite teenage friend and her mom.

I got a massage for the first time in my life today. It was heavenly.

Being completely done with camp makes me kind of sad at times. I miss all my little bits.

I’m absolutely itching to do a photo shoot. My brain is spilling over the rim with creativity.

Once I wanted to leave this life and start a new one backpacking around 3^rd worlds countries and giving humanitarian aid. I still want to do that.