Come back to me from North Carolina.

I love having friends who are so talented. Kevin Dailey is one of my favorite songwriters and favorite voices, and I feel so honored to be a friend of his.

I bought some Viktor & Rolf Antidote shower gel. Yes, it's mens. It was only six dollars and ninety-nine cents, and I adore the smell so much. It smells like a perfect man. It smells like a man who is unbelievably stylish and strong and slightly odd and stylish and witty and just a pile of grandness. So I bought it. My Dad and I realized and said at the exact same time that I could put it in my hope chest, but I really think I am going to keep it out to smell and use sometimes. Hehe.

Two days ago was my birthday. I got many wonderful gifts from my wonderful family, but the most exciting gift was my typewriter. Here is someone's Flickr photo of the model I have. I have wanted one for virtually my entire life, and I am so happy to own it. It's all I've been thinking about for these past two days. I have written many, many letters. Many. Seriously. And I will write you one if you want. Gladly. And Rachel, I am still going to make your animal.

My family has a tradition of using a new name at Panera Bread every time we order. We've been almost every character we love, random objects, weird sayings, fake people, celebrities, anything. We're kind of famous because all of the workers know us because of it. On my brithday, Jenna was at the mall while I got my hair cut. She got hungry and went to Panera to get some bread. She was really tired and didn't feel like making up a clever name, but the cashier would not hear of that. She knew Jenna to be a Woods and knew she had to tell her a silly name. It's a rule. Jenna protested, but the girl pressed on. Jenna finally said, "You make up a name for me." The girl said fine and typed something in. However, she wouldn't tell Jenna what she had written. She told Jenna, "You're just going to have to figure it out when they call it." Jenna went and waited for her bread. After a few minutes, the cook who calls over the speaker called, "Hilter, your order is ready. Hitler." Jenna shamefully walked to the counter and took the bread. She told the guy, "I did not pick that name. She did." He replied, "I was worried there for a minute."

My mouth tastes disgusting.