So awesome that I GOT INTO GRAD SCHOOL!
Booyah.
Beat that, suckers.

So I finally synced my phone with my computer again today. You know what that means...pictures!


Now this one isn't from my phone. This is the Domino's pizza tracker. 30 minutes of entertainment, as you get to watch when the different steps of pizza making have started and WHO is making and delivering your pizza. Incredible.


Yes. This girl really did her hair like that. Now I see this girl on the bus a few times a week. Her hair is always absurd. Usually it's a very loose samurai bun above her head. Today was the most ridiculous though.


I know this is a bad picture. It's ok though, it's worth sharing. This is a sticker that you can find on all the computers in the Psych lab at school. It says "Do not dispose, cannibalize, or trash".........
???
YEAH.
How would you even begin to cannibalize a computer?


The tree painting that I began and never finished. Don't worry, it will be awesome if it ever gets finished.


Milo thinks you're a jerk.


Carl always makes fun of how dorky we are when we're on our laptops when we're together. This is my parents doing the same thing. Now you know where I get it from.


I guess I'm not that good at taking phone pictures of myself. But I think I was aiming for Carl anyway. This is from when we were in North Carolina for battle of the bands.


This was found in a roadside shop along Route 11 somewhere between Blacksburg and Winchester. It's impossible to know where. It makes me want to vomit.

Oh my gosh. My panini press is my new best friend.
Todaaaaaay I made a turkey and provolone melt with basil pesto on an Oatmeal Honey bagel (which by the way are great).
Killer.
The week before spring break I did apples and brie in the same type of bagel. There is nothing like melted brie.
Who knew that something hiding in Carl's closet could bring me such joy?!
I have also made sweet potato and chicken quesadillas on the lovely machine.
Who knows what marvels await!

Next I'm trying this magical wonder.

Carl has had some really good license plate pictures recently.  The other day he sent me a text of a 666 and captioned it "MOM".  One of my favorite things about phones is that when you type in "mom" on a number pad, you are typing 666. Appropriate, no?

Anyhow, tonight on our way to the PostSecret show of awesomeness, Katherine spotted a great license plate.  She didn't have time to snap a picture cause the light changed, but the description should be enough.  It was a Virginia Tech plate, with the circular seal in the middle and to the left of the seal it said 4UVA and to the right of the seal it said NOT.

4UVA.... NOT!!!

Hilarious!

I don't know if I'm going to keep a blog. But I guess I'll try it out. I can't sleep anyway and I don't want to do my homework.

I just want to say that I LOVE PostSecret. And Frank Warren.  He is a hero of mine. And I got to meet him tonight! He was so friendly and inspirational. PostSecret makes me so happy because it connects people in a way that nothing else does.  It lets people with the weirdest of interests or problems feel like they are not alone in the world.  It lets people open up and be completely honest with each other and with themselves.  It helps people heal emotional scars.  I have checked PostSecret almost every single Sunday for about the past 3 years.  I smile everytime I read new secrets. Even the sad ones make me feel good because I am getting a glimpse into humanity and into the human psyche, which is really where my life's fascination lies.

So...as for secrets.  I once made a postcard that I never sent in to PostSecret.  Not because I was embarassed of it, but because I didn't know if I should print it out on normal paper or on cardstock or glue it to an existing postcard or WHAT.  Because I am a freak and think about things like that.  I didn't want Frank or the Postal Service to think I was silly for doing it the wrong way.  I think that is a secret in itself.

I've grown up a lot in the past few years.  I really think that today I don't have a single secret left that NO ONE knows.  There are plenty of things that I have only shared with one or two people, but I don't keep things inside like I used to. I don't need to. I have wonderful people to share my life with. People who make me really, really happy.

But the one postcard I made for PostSecret still remains something that I have never told anyone.  It is no longer true though, so I don't consider it my secret now.  It's a secret I held about 2 1/2 years ago.  My freshman year of college.  Frank told us to tell someone our secret tonight, so I will.
My postcard read "I have never even met him, but he's the only one I've ever believed when he told me I was beautiful."