Give me the beat

Fact.  Usually when I read things that I've written in the past (i.e. journal entries, short stories, school papers, etc.) I am really embarrassed at how immature I am.  Especially when it's fairly recent.

Fact.  I was reading some old blog posts today, and I don't actually hate them.

Fact.  Actually I kind of like them.

I mean obviously some of them were kind of over dramatic and immature and stupid, but overall they're not that bad.

*insert abrupt subject change here*

Guess what?  I'm going to Lake Powell next week!  And I'm going with the world's cutest little boys in the whole world!

Are you jealous yet?  I sure am!

Love and kisses,
Dani