I don't believe in fairy tales anymore.

I had a series of really weird dreams last night. I think the biggest one was that I was going on a weekend long vacation to Australia, and I was saying goodbye to the girls from journalism--not like they really care about me. They're okay and all, but mostly it seems like they ignore me and would rather have me not talk to them.

Four years ago to the day, we were just pulling up into this driveway. I was fourteen. I didn't know what lay ahead of me. All I knew was that I'd miss North Carolina more than I'd ever know. And I was right. Anyway, seeing as this is a semi-momentus occasion for me, here's that thing people have been doing lately:

( 12 Experiences That Affected My Life. )

Regarding 8 and 12... I'll bet she doesn't remember... why do I wish she did?

It's times like this when I want my "voice within" icon.