Here I am again. In this lovely awkward family photo.
Look, I exist in color too.
Homecoming was a few weekends ago. My first Homecoming at a legal drinking age, so yes, I partook in the festivities. (You'll recall that I posted on Homecoming last year when I was 20 and I only drank tea. OH YEAH. I'm now 22. Weird.) This picture is from the morning of the parade after the Players' candidate didn't win king. My hair is getting long. This is odd, but sometimes I see a picture of me, like the ones on here and I think, that's not me... It's weird but somehow I just sometimes don't connect my "self" with the "self" I see in a picture. Good or bad, it is what it is.
So this is just a very odd blog post. I don't have a lot to say. I'm not having an identity crisis or anything, but I needed to say that. Maybe it has something to do with my new age and my graduation date which is approaching more swiftly than I realized. I am excited to go home this coming weekend to see my family and dog. Onward to victory.
PS: I am a great babysitter. So is the Bloofer Lady





