You look awfully familiar.

I've been taking a lot more photos. Nature photos. Go figure. I thought I'd just have some sort of a, uh. Photo reel, here. But without the reeling part. So. Ta da!

Well. That was fun. Yay.

Okay, I just thought I'd mention this really cool website called Pandora. It's an internet radio where you can set up your own stations relative to the music that you like. You can vote aye or nay to the songs they play and they'll adapt to your interests. If you've got an iPhone, there's an application for it, or if you have Windows Vista, then you can download a gadget for your sidebar. Anyway, check it the hell out.

Must I say it? This week has been going by rather sluggishly. I think this will be a recurring thing this semester, this sluggish feeling. Yes, I think so.

Yes, Birthday. Par-tay.

Yeah, so. ISN'T THIS GREAT?! I'm pretty much in my twenty's now. That's pretty much weird to even grasp. I'm pretty much disoriented. Pretty much.

Okay, I'll stop. Really, though. I've always considered myself a kid, I never wanted to grow up, I always wanted to stay the age of twelve forever, and now I have all of these adult responsibilities that I have to take care of and adult behaviors that I have to pick up. It's like you have to change yourself when you grow up in order to be properly accepted. Well, I'll try not to change. Like I said, it's an unwanted change, but I'm sure that, eventually, something will push me along across that line and I'll wonder how I got there. I mean, I can't be fifty years old pretending I'm twelve. Seriously.

I got home from work last night and found a note on my laptop from my mom. It made me cry.

Happy Birthday my Little Boo (:
20 years. Where have the years gone? Soccer, swimming, homework. For the past week, my dreams have been overwhelming--about my little ones being little, but no longer, huh! I am proud of you and your accomplishments--mostly you! I love your photography, artwork, and your mind. Mostly I love you. You will never know how much you mean to me, but that's okay. At least I know. Thank you for coming into my life. Thank you for being you. Forever hugs, kisses, support, and yes, advise!
xoxo
Mom

Oh, tear.