before I get married.

It feels really strange. It's been a while since I connected West Frankfort and "home" in my mind, but 11 days until my wedding I'm feeling like I just may miss it a bit.

Everyday it gets a little more surreal.  

Luckiest

Since I've been at school I've stopped wearing underwear. It's not weird. It's not to be skanky. One day I just didn't have enough money to wash my underwear so I didn't wear any for a couple days and then, well, habits form.

The reason this is relevant to today....Matt and I stayed with friend's in De Soto last night. I packed a dress to wear, ya know, it's Easter and whatever. And when I woke up and got dressed I realized that I didn't pack any underwear, ya know, because I usually don't wear them. So I pulled a 14 year old Sierra and wore jeans under my dress -_-

And then we had a flat tire.

No underwear. No tire. 

Happy Easter 

Being home and listening to Brand New is probably the worst idea I have ever had.

I wouldn't trade my life as it is today for anything in the world. But I miss some parts of being 16 and stupid. Mostly the lack of responsibility and ability to make stupid decisions without affecting someone else.

And my car. I miss that car so much.