thank you caisa.

thank you sister for reminding me of that fabulous cabo trip. and also how much i loved mexico. mostly because they always reminded me of how pretty they thought i was. or they called me princessa. i miss that. but that reminded me of last night, so i thought i would share.

last night was just like any other night. mom, darla as she is better known, dragged me along to the braves game with her because my father refused to go for the 4302948th time. i went in good spirits hoping the game would pass quickly. or they'd at least win. which, thankfully, they did. but the night turned out to be much like mexico. in that it boosted my self-esteem. i now love turner field. but not quite as much as i love love love mexico. the skin color might have something to do with it. anyways, back to the story. so darla and i are walking through the blue lot toward the stadium and these two boys in a pick up truck roll down their window and say, "hey! you're cute." i blush and say, "haha, thanks." mom goes, "don't you wish you weren't with me right now?" to which i responded, "no. that actually makes me very glad i'm with you right now." self-esteem meter is wavering between relatively high and high as of this point.

we continue on into turner field and around the 5th inning, i go for my 5th inning stretch (yes i know it's the 7th inning stretch; however, high school baseball only has 7 innings, so this year i created a 5th inning stretch for high school games. anywho..) ice cream run. naturally as we're walking up the stairs the braves decide to hit a homerun, so darla must stop and turn around to watch the game (granted they did score two more runs, but still..she's obsessive). i just wanted my ice cream so i took the money and walked over to the  mayfield ice cream place where i found myself behind two stumbling college aged boys. i laughed at how incredibly inebriated they were and patiently waited my turn. all of a sudden the one boy walks over to the other boy and says, "yeah she's pretty." and the other looks at me and goes, "yeah." no big deal, it's cool i can hear them. they're not speaking quietly. the worker looks at me and laughs with me. then one of them comes up to me and goes, "what're you getting? i'll make him buy it for you." to which i die laughing and say, "haha, i'm just getting a chocolate ice cream." as i'm waiting for my ice cream the boys turn to leave and the one puts his hand on the small of my back and says, "have a good night." i could not stop laughing as they stumbled away. i returned to my mother who greets me with, "once i saw those boys over there i knew i shouldn't have let you go alone."

hahaha, oh what a life i live. needless to say, i no longer hate braves games :)

it's surreal.

i feel like all my life i've been dying to be in college. i've been wanting to leave and get out of georgia and move on with my life and be at BYU. now its here. i leave in one week. i move on with my life. i go to BYU. it's real. i'm old. enough. all that i've been waiting for is finally here. but now that it's here i don't know how to handle it. all of my friends have left for college already. i've skyped them and seen them in their dorms and it seems like they belong there, but for some reason i can't imagine that being my life. i'm not supposed to be old enough to go to college. i'm supposed to be the little sister left at home. always. but now not only am i going to be just across the road from two of my sisters, but i'm also going to the same school as them. i'm going to be in utah. UTAH. that is across the freaking country. i'm not just gonna be an hour away or 4 hours away. i can't just get in my car and drive home if i miss my mom or forgot my favorite dress. i will be hours away. days away even. depending on the mode of transportation. i just can't believe this is really happening. i am beyond excited and ready to leave, but then again i can't picture myself not at home. when i want to go shopping or get my nails done or have someone make me breakfast, i can't just scream my mom's name. she won't come running downstairs. even if i call her she won't be able to do anything to put my life at ease. i love my mom. i love how much she loves me. i love our beyond ridiculous relationship. my dad won't walk in my room on a saturday morning and say "i want to buy your love. let's go to the mall." instead i won't go to the mall 4 times in one week (like i did this week). i may not even go to the mall at all. or for months at a time. i'm excited for my new life, but i'm so incredibly terrified at the same time. my life will literally be turning upside down. okay that might be a little bit dramatic. but still. it will be different. it will be crazy. it will be something i've never experienced before. i'm not good with change, but i think this is a change i am ready for. i cannot believe it's finally here though. it really is surreal.