Happiness is a warm gun

Today is my Gramp's birthday and after his party I'm going to a drag show with some friends. I'm moving away in three weeks and I can't wait, but before I go I'd like to make another short film, write a short story, go to the beach, buy a dress, some red shoes . . . somehow I'll cram that all in with packing, working, and getting ready for school. I'll be spending December in Texas, then moving on up to BYU-Idaho. I used to wish I went to a more urban school, like before, but quaint Rexburg has won my heart. Sort of. I wish I had a more meaningful entry to put in here, but I'm at my aunt's house right now, waiting for cake time. My Gramps is 64 today. I got him a fancy outdoor stay-warm-and-dry hat for when he works out on his property, which he loves to do, but it's a little rainy here in Oregon.   

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