Sweet Home Nevada.

      Lately, I've been so homesick. It's a strange feeling because I'm not used to it at all. I usually never get homesick. It's been making me kind of cynical. I usually get so wrapped up in where I am and what I'm doing that I forget how much I miss being home. But these past few weeks, I haven't been able to forget. 

      I think the main reason I'm becoming afflicted with this sickness is because I've decided to stay in good ol' P-Town to work for the summer. I've never been away from home for this long before! I miss being in a real house with real dishes and real furniture and real beds and real food and people who have to love you no matter what. I miss waking up and playing the piano in my pajamas. I miss singing along at the top of my lungs and listening to the entire family take turns groaning loudly and begging me to stop. 

      I miss going grocery shopping at Costco with my mom. I miss reading books on the green couch with my cat snuggled up next to me. I miss getting the mail. I miss lounging around in my parents' room with my family after scripture study (during which I tend to be highly disruptive) and laughing until my stomach and cheeks hurt. I miss taking Lance to In-N-Out and Doughboy's Donuts. I miss being as weird as I want to with my sister. I miss begging Mitchell for just one bite of his cookie dough frozen yogurt that his ex-girlfriend's mom brought him in the middle of the night. I miss finding my dad napping, laying on his back, arms and legs splayed across the bed with a baby blanket draped over his stomach, barely even covering any of him. 

       I miss laying on my mom's pillow when she wants to go to bed, forcing her to talk to me for longer. I miss parading around the house in basketball shorts size XXL that I bought just because they were $10 and orange, and laughing as my mother made me swear to never wear them in public because they made me look like I weighed 300 pounds. I miss my sister pretending to be an orphan. I miss talking to Lance every morning when he came in to sit on my bed. I miss how excited he was when I took him to the tennis courts or swimming. I miss forcing the whole family to listen to my life stories. I miss cramming the whole family into the car and being ridiculous.

Waaaaa. I'm going to stop now, before I end up changing my mind and take off for home this very instant.

I miss home.  Sometimes becoming an adult is way too scary.

This is a video Lance and I made that I've been watching lately to soothe my troubled heart. I think it's hilarious, but I realize that it probably seems really strange/insane to the rest of the world. Enjoy. 

P.S. - You may want to turn your volume down before watching. It gets loud in some parts.

Well, this is embarrassing.

I generally have a very strong aversion to cheesy boy bands, Disney star pop music, Justin Bieber... you get the idea. But there is now one exception to this rule. I never thought I would ever say this in my life, but I am slightly obsessed with this video by One Direction, a British Boy band. Even though it pains me to admit, I quite enjoy it. I don't know why I like it so much. Probably because it exemplifies some long lost teenage dream I had of frolicking on the beach with cute, singing boys who drive Volkswagens. Yeah, that's probably why.

P.S- Harry is definitely my favorite. He makes his first premiere at :27 seconds, in case you're wondering.

Sleep and my brain.

Much to the dismay of the entire United States of America, this Saturday was Daylight Savings. The spring forward part. Yuck. And naturally, being the sensible and mature person that I am, I went to bed at 3 a.m. Saturday night. Needless to say, Sunday was a day of exhaustion. By the time I finished fulfilling all of my churchy duties and playing a ridiculous balloon game in the living room with my roommates (one of our crazier moments) I only had about an hour to rest my weary eyes before it was time to scamper off to Auntie's for din din.

So I attempted to nap for this precious hour. Was it restful and refreshing? Not really. Why? Because I kept waking up every ten minutes. Why? Well, I have my theories.

The following is the conversation that took place immediately prior to my "nap":

Me: "I'm going to take a nap."

Roommate #1: "Wait, what are you doing?"

Me: "Taking a nap."

Roommate #1: "Oh. Good luck!"

Good luck?

Roommate #2 (shouting from other room): "What's she going to do?"
Why is this so fascinating to everyone?

Roommate #1: "Take a nap."

Roommate #2: "Oh. Good luck!"

Very suspicious.

They denied all of my accusations that they were planning some sort of attack, but I guess my brain didn't believe them. It must have registered this whole interaction as a threat to my personal well being and consequently felt the need to wake me up every 5 seconds, just in case I was about to be attacked.

Thank you, brain.

Also, this morning when I woke up, I 100% felt like I was going to Disneyland. No matter what reality screamed back at me, my brain thought I was getting ready to go to Disneyland. It was the strangest feeling, but I couldn't shake it. Even with my roommate's constant reminders of "No Cara, you're going to class," I could not shake the feeling.  Somehow my brain had decided that I was going to Disneyland. Well sorry brain, I wish it were true, but it's not. So let's move on, shall we?

It's safe to say that my brain is officially struggling.

The pointlessness of this post is further evidence of this.

Ok. 

I'm stopping now.

Three songs that are currently at the top of Cara's charts.

1.) Fast Car by Tracy Chapman

2.) About Today by The National

3.) Sprawl II by Arcade Fire

Well I think I have procrastinated this paper long enough now. 

P.S- If you're bored, watch the Sprawl II music video. It's pretty cool in a weird way, if that makes any sense at all.

Animals warm my heart.

This made me smile today.
 http://www.buzzfeed.com/animals/happiest-animals-in-the-world