no. 25

So I've been getting over a pretty wicked cold recently. That's why I'm awake right now, actually. I can't seem to fall asleep when I feel like I have a boulder stuck in my throat.
Anyway, I am now 20 years old. It feels pretty strange to be that age. I am no longer a teenager. 20 automatically seems a lot more "mature" than 19. I think it's because 19 ends with the word "teen". Anyway, it was a good birthday. I talked to Eron for awhile and I talked to my grandmother. She is still in rehab from her knee surgery; I guess she has to be there for another two weeks. She sounded like she was about to cry and she was practically begging for me to move down to Louisville before October of next year. And just so you all know, I plan on making that happen.
I am meeting my mother in Paris on Monday, and that will begin our two week tour of France and Italy. Well, really just Paris, Venice, and Florence but either way. I am really excited about this. I miss my mom terribly and I can't wait to see her. I am 99% sure it's going to be pretty emotional. Oh well. I am just going to be so happy. I definitely need to talk to her about a few things that are pretty important to me.
I don't know what else to say, really. I'm definitely ready for this little two week vacation to start. I guess my mom decided to bring my ukulele with her (WIN) and that makes me really pumped. Pretty soon I can waste my time / annoy my neighbors by playing the uke rather than YouTube videos. My weeknight life is so interesting, no? Oh and I would also like to mention that I played Erin's little blue ukulele this weekend and I was able to play Bflat. What the hell. I practice that shit for hours on end and then I don't play anymore, and once I pick it up again it's like bam! Congrats, Cara! You can play Bflat now! It's like fucking magic.
Seeing as I've been trying to sleep for the past two hours, I decided to drink a glass of wine to see if that would zonk me out. It's doing the job, and it's also making my throat feel a little better. My working fridge (woooo) really keeps things ice cold. Righteous.

Oh, earlier today I was wondering whether the springtime in the Alps will be as pretty as springtime in Kentucky. Because honestly, nothing beats the little pink flowers on practically every tree in the Highlands. I long to be there now.