In Illinois

Today is Monday. I got here on Saturday. A twelve hour drive is not fun by yourself, but I made it. I had an encounter with porch railing my first night here. This is what my arm looks like now.



If anyone asks about it, I think I'm going to tell them I got attacked by a tiger. Or maybe those cows that were hanging out in the middle of the road when Kristin and I were driving at night. That was scary.

Yesterday I got to see my wonderful friend, Maggie. We went to the park and played on the swings and got eaten alive by mosquitos. It was fun. Unfortunately, she went back to Arizona this morning, so I probably won't see her until next summer. Unless she convinces Ian that they should come visit me for Spring Break. I love visitors.

Today I am obviously not doing a whole lot because I have time to hide out and write in this. I think once 2:30 rolls around I'm going to attempt to find my way to Rock Island and hang out with Adam.

By the way, by the time I get home from Illinois my baby sister will already be off to college. This is the most recent picture I have of the two of us. It was taken at 5:30 a.m. the morning I left. She refused to open her eyes for it.