I wish I could accurately express my joy that this day, weekend, week, month, year, four years, and thirteen years of my life have come to a close. I just got home from the party. Just got home. I was very excited to beat my family home, crawl into my comfy bed, and sleep for a very, very long time and then remembered, as I walked into my room, that my bed is covered with ridiculous amounts of stuff. I documented the horror that is my room right now. I wish you could see the photographs, cut up paper, and glue sticks covering my floor. I snapped a picture of my presents too. Hope they were appreciated. I was proud of them regardless.
And now, bedtime.