noticing the changes.

i always have thought provoking inspiration at night when i should be sleeping or doing other more productive things. however, i was thinking and i have a new thought for tonight.

why is it when you see a photograph or video of your old self, whether it be really younger or simply a few years, you don't seem like the girl in the picture. you barely remember her or what made her dress or act the way that she did. how did the hopeful girl of your past become the person you are today. why is it when you see a friend's picture before you knew them, it doesn't seem right. when i'm in my 30s, 40s, or older, what will i think of myself now. will i remember my younger self like i do now, or not at all. memory, nostaglia and stories have alwasy enthralled me but its very creepy and unnervving how quickly i am so seemlessly changing/unchanging,

ps. taylor swift's last kiss one of the best songs.

the past week.

the tornados tore through alabama a week ago today. it just so happens this is the first time i've had internet since then. we had no power for 5 of those days. thankfully our house and family were okay, but there were others that were not. remembering and being grateful have been two great qualites of our community.

in a more shallow unrelated comment: i just caught up on the BEDA posts and reading them in order is good, but its more fun waiting each day for the post. like harry potter books, so much better the waiting and anticipating than reading straight through.