It was perfect in the sense that I ate a lot of food and was able to see all of my favorite people.
And, no, by people, I do not mean cats... although, I might mean that.
My lovely friend, Allie, made me a Snitch cake.
And I am not exaggerating when I say that I'm pretty sure it was hand crafted by Jesus, because it was glowing with absolute perfection!


I went to Olive Garden with some pretty magnificent people when Chelsey gave me a liter of Dr. Pepper (which I drank in, like, six minutes) and my mom surprised me with this gem:
I may or may not have started to cry when I got over the initial shock of realizing that MY MOTHER HAD BOUGHT ME A CAMERA:
I don't feel seventeen just yet. One more year until eighteen. I plan on making it the longest year ever.
Growing up is not on my agenda just yet!
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