Since leaving The Rock...

I cannot stop pulling into the left lane.

I keep revving the engine when starting my father's Accord.

I check under my sheets every night for centipedes and donkey spiders.

Between the thousands of cars and crazy amount of blinking roadside advertisments, driving at night is incredibly distracting.

I bought and began Twilight (yes, I'm a sucker).

I've knitted a hat and a scarf. [I've also been to the yarn shop twice and bought 4 new skeins of yarn. Addicted? Why, Yes Please!]

I've watched 5 new movies.

I fit into size ten jeans.

*GASP*

Did that last one really happen? YES. I seriously almost announced it to the entire Gap dressing room. This is a feat that has not been accomplished since 1996. And how did I celebrate this little monumental change? I walked around the corner to The Great American Cookie Company and bought myself a Double Doozie.

Actually, I just walked by and sniffed them. The eating part was simply my imagination.

It tasted better to fit into the jeans anyhow.