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The nicest thing about being the youngest child is that you’re kind of forced to learn a lot from a young age, because you’ve always got the older siblings rubbing their superior knowledge in your face.

Also, when I was young, my mom would make us listen to audiobooks in the car on the way to school, and she would always get books on level with my brothers, so I’d listen along and I’d get them even though they were four to six years above my reading level, thus I learned a lot of really long words fast.

And I guess being the youngest sucks in a lot of ways, and people always assume that, as the youngest, you get to be spoiled rotten even though you just get all your older siblings’ hand-me-downs and have to do all the dishes, so this is one nice thing.

I had such lovely food in Austin yesterday.

(I also got a two on my solo, by the way, which breaks my not-so-impressive streak of two years of ones, which makes me sad because I was going for four years of ones, but I guess it wasn’t meant to be.)

We went to this little salad place called leaf, and I got a salad with baby spinach, red onions, bacon, goat cheese, strawberries, sunflower seeds, and strawberry-balsamic vinaigrette.

So fucking good.

And the dressing was perfect. It wasn’t too sour or too sweet, and GOAT CHEESE IS SO YUMMY I LOVE IT IT GOES WELL WITH EVERYTHING. Almost.

I think I may have the only boyfriend on the planet who’s actually against me shaving my legs.

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Going to Texas State (as if we thought Texas is still a republic okay then) Solo & Ensemble Contest (TSSEC) tomorrow. Wish me luck.

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When our orchestra took a trip to New York, we got ice cream for dessert at Bubba Gump’s, and we didn’t know what malt vinegar was, and thought it was malt like malt milkshake, so we poured some into the ice cream and not a good experience, as a whole.

When you find out YOLO is in your school yearbook.

Back in a minute, ragequitting education.

Because thanks to chemistry, now when they do the secret mystery witchy ritual in TV shows and movies where they throw the secret mystery witchy powder onto the fire and the fire burns a weird color, I actually know what’s in the powder.

Awww yeah, flame tests.

So my parents were out of town for a few days and my brother and I were supposed to take care of our dog, and the whole time I was terrified that we were going to forget to give him water and that he was going to attack us because when we had hamsters, we forgot to fill up their water bottle and they killed each other and gnawed each other’s heads off and drank the blood.