9 complete days left in Tallahassee.
12 days until my brother will move into my room.
I am so excited to read so many books in Africa.
26 days until I leave for Peace Corps orientation in VA.
28 days until I will be on my way to Dakar, Senegal.
After 22 years, 8 months, and 13 days of life… I learned that the word candid means open, blunt and sincere… not hidden, covert or deceitful. Learn something new everyday.
I just realized that I am almost 23 and that kind of blew my mind.
Dogs that sleep like this are my favorite:
This was one of the most satisfying things I’ve eaten in a while. GF peanut butter cupcake.
I have no motivation to put any of my clean laundry away because I know I am just going to have to pack it up or give it away within the next week.
In less than a month I am going to be living on another CONTINENT.
Seriously considering getting a (or two) tattoo(s) before I leave. Mom, if you read this, don’t disown me. Dad, if you read this… don’t tell Mom.
My stomach hurts. I know why. It was my fault. That’s so annoying.
There are only two things that make me the least bit sad/apprehensive about going to Senegal for 27 months. 1) I will miss out on a lot of really great things happening in the lives of my family and friends. 2) Having a disease that can adversely affect my digestive system may not be very much fun in a third world country where toilets don’t exist.
Nitrous Oxide is quite possibly the most wonderful compound besides O2 and H2O.
if you are going to get a tattoo you should do it asap, you really want to make sure its healed before you go, and you dont have much time! mom will die. dad will be mad too. one time he saw the tag sticking up in the back of my pajama pants and freaked out and started yelling at me because he thought it was a tattoo. so watch out for that.
we should think of something that the three of us can get. that would be awesome.