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Here's the deal, &I'm being serious here- Alabama in a few days.
I've honestly never been so excited to see my parents. The last time I got so excited I started weeping openly. This time I'm honestly gonna jump into my fathers arms like a little squirt and binge on my mothers pecan pie.
Thanksgiving.
I'm so stoked. It's probably bad that it took moving away from my parents to realize how much I love them, but it leaves me with something to constantly look forward to.
In a world full of the same four classes every-day, the same fast-food everyday, and the same t-shirts; I need something to look forward to.
9 whole days. It won't be like the other condensed weekend visits- this is 9 days of serious Stephen, Cheryl, Eric, and Katie action. We'll probably take a Christmas picture and my mom will get too frustrated trying to edit out my acne and Eric sneaking in the finger. The picture will probably never be sent, but as long as I have one more memory of my mom making us get dressed up and stuffing us in Santa hats, I'm good until next year.
Next year.
Ew.
Thanksgiving.
That sounds better.
I wish that visiting my parents always meant visiting my old life. My house. Our house. Oh my- I miss my house. Sometimes when I can't sleep in the bed that isn't mine, and Bear is like "srsly, I can't talk tonight I'm tired" I just close my eyes and picture myself walking through my house. I always have good dreams about pool tables used 6 times a year, the piano room couch, loose boards, and my yellow walls.
I'm so crazy. It's a house- honestly, I'm the creepiest.
Without sounding like your 14-year old ex-girlfriend, I've had an emotional week.
I love my best friends.
I've honestly never had a more depressing school year; every little thing you do gets me through it all every-day.
That was for Bear.
I'm just kiddin.
If I end up in Alabama in a few months, 6 months, a year- whatever. When it'll be my choice, I think it'll be easier.
I never crave change anymore. I used to need to re-arrange my room once a month.
I swear if anything else gets rearranged I'll go postal.
Mmhm- on Ms McLaurin.
I'm grateful for everything.
Sometimes I need a reminder that you love me too.
I remember when he sent me less than three's and I was stoked for the rest of the night.
It's not hard to please me. I don't even have a hubcap.
Little deeds take me to Stokedville.
Just tell me you love me; the only ones I hear are from 407 Ashlawn.
OMGZ I'm the lamest.
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Srsly how much do I love-
Bear
Val
Robyn
Ryan
Stephanie
Liz
Ben Folds
The Format
Other Top Whatever Friends
Chik Fila Breakfast
That's why I'm still in Lakeland Fl.
I can find enough good here to get me through most days.
But for nine days- I won't need your charity.
KTHX.
Congratulations.