I'm turning 20 in a week and a day. (Someone please freak out. That is CRAZY. I can still distinctly recall trying to teach myself how to raise one eyebrow. Who knows how long I stood in front of my mirror holding down my right eyebrow. This is not a 20 year old's memory. That's something you're proud of that day and then you bury the fact you worked hard at being cool.)
I spilled milk on my cute scarf.
I went thrifting and bought the awesomest old man sweaters.
I'm wearing one now and sweating profusely.
My professor told me I should get some sleep. Imagine that.
I only went to Panera once last week. #crimestatus
I AM OFFICIALLY A DECLARED DOUBLE MAJOR.
I might go exploring next year in London.
I ate my first candy cane of the season yesterday.
I was sweating so hard in class today my face dripped. Ew.
I played in leaves this weekend and took goofy pictures of me throwing them. Cool, cool.
I made up a song on the guitar (with the three cords I can play) and sang it loudly to my friend who didn't appreciate it as much as I did.
I laughed a lot.
AND THE FINAL THING THAT SHOULD MELT ALL OF YOUR HEARTS AND MAKE THIS POST WORTH READING:
Some precious third graders wrote me poems:
(These are copied verbatim...So. Cute.)
"Dear Lindsey,
We are having an alien atack so fill your shelfs with red velvet cupcakes
before a apple pie lands on your face.
Stop up your sink with markers
stuff 500 squids under your bed before it rains"
"Dear, Lindsey
Your mom is funny your scares are punny
you are a good girl in any way.
What does the fox say?"
And my favorite:
"Lindsey Perkins in college you've gone so far.
Writing is what you like
all your writing is such a delight."
And then he drew me a heart.
Basically, in the midst of all the crazy and the meetings and the homework and the procrastinating and the papers and the eating, good things happen. Well, that whole spilling milk thing, the twitch, and sweating wasn't good but it was at least interesting.
Shine on, sweet people.
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