I'm back in Wacko Waco, surrounding by boxes and pink walls. The pink is not really my color, but I'm making it my color. I haven't gotten very far in the unpacking progress. The most unpacked-space is my back corner, pictured below in a picture taken moments ago by the photo booth on this computer. It's from the vantage point of my bed.
I got here at about 1, but didn't open a box until around nine (I'm not quite sure why I decided to write out nine but not 1. Hm). I've been busy catching up. Rach, Tins, and Mel are here; all that our little family is missing is Claire (her name is already only one syllable). It felt funny to be here at first, but now it feels really good. I'm happy to be back in this silly town. I feel like I'm just visiting. I'm happy I have many months yet to go.
I think I'm about to turn into a pumpkin or something. I soon as it became 11:30 I began to feel a little sleepy, and I have been getting progessively more tired as I get closer to midnight.
I'll close this post now, before then, so that it won't get posted on the wrong day. I hate that.
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I can see that pink wall. I guess you could paint it, but I'm thinking you're like your mom. She's never painted a wall in her life.
hah that is so funny! You should paint something different on the walls! or maybe just one wall. Thats what I did. you're an artsy girl, It would be cool :)
I hate when it posts on the wrong day too. Then people get confused and it's just annoying.
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