As for BEING HOME . . . My room is awesome. My dad re-did some of it in that he fixed the ceiling which was kind of messed up, moved my bed and dresser and mirror thing, put up new bookshelves which I desperately needed and I got a new bed frame! So fancy that. We're going to paint the shelves some time this week. They're either going to be green or I might splatter paint them for funsies. I even found a bunch of old posters in my room I didn't know we still had! They're from when my brother and I were quite young, old school Green Bay Packers stuff. I've already put my Reggie White poster on the wall behind my bed, just like it was when I was around 6. I probably won't put up my photo wall this summer but having these posters up will make my room feel more like me.
I'm in the process of unpacking, something I strangely enjoy. I like packing to go somewhere, like school. I like unpacking when I get there. I hate packing to come home. Yet I like unpacking once I'm there. It's a strange cycle.
And since my friend Becca is counting the number of times she's mentioned in my blog . . . BECCA BECCA BECCA BECCA BECCA BECCA. She just jumped out of an airplane yesterday, so that's quite exciting.
Last YouTube video I watched: Doctor What