I really, really love being home. Sometimes, it gets frustrating, but I feel so, so safe here. My parents are so amazing, as well are my siblings. My relationship with my uncle gets better everyday. I love few things more than sitting around on the couch, with all six of us and the dog piled on and watching a movie. It's great.

I envy my sister sometimes. Not in a real, angry sibling rivalry way, but in the fact that I feel like she's so much more together than I am and she's only 16. She is comfortable with herself in a way which I have never been (or for that matter, never will be.) She seems really nervous about college, but I know she'll figure it out, she always does.

So, fun story. I broke my glasses. Right in half, just like Harry Potter a la Sorcerer's Stone. And when I taped them, they drooped down so I looked like Wall-E. I was Wall-E Potter. So now I have to buy now glasses. And by "I", I mean my parents. Which I feel bad about. I'm nineteen, jobless, and mooch from them constantly. One day, I will get a job. (And it will NOT be in retail. I still fume when I think about retail.)

Liz is leaving for UNC tomorrow. It makes me so sad that my three best girlfriends have already left for school and I have another two weeks here. Lindsey, Klem, and Liz have saved me more times than I think they know. I love them like family.

This is super rambly. I apologize. Hopefully, in the future, these posts will be written more coherently. But I'm still learning.