so for the most part this year i've started to feel like i'm pretty old, i live on my own (with three other girls and a cleaning service and my food and housing are paid for and i have a stipend from my parents for other needs) but ya know, on my own, i have to make my own bed and everything.
i've started to feel like an adult. but then something happens and i am reminded of that part of me that will always act like a 13 year old girl who is too excited to form actual words.
hanson is going on tour and will be visiting a town w/in driving distance,
squeal squeal squeal, excitement excitement, scrunchy face, arms in the air, big scene at the student center, embarassment.
where's my backbrace?
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