This may never start, we could fall apart, and I'd be your memory.

We have officially passed the point where the packing should have begun. Have I started? NOPE. Despite my sister constantly giving me the stink eye, I have managed to avoid it completely so far. Although the longer I avoid it, the more stressed I get. Curious.

Needless to say, puff levels are HIGH:

Don't worry, I am in possession of a hairbrush and a straightener, and the situation is much better now. I know I'll never top John Green's puff anyway.

So for today's blog, I thought I'd take a trip down memory lane. I have a box full of random things I've kept throughout my life, and now I'm going to SHARE them with YOU.

Rather unattractive picture. Well, the box looks nice, at least.

Many concert tickets. It's love. <3

These bandannas are from two years of high school volleyball. I decorated them myself, can you tell? We would wear one around our thigh on game days. We've got spirit, yes we do! Balla was the nick name they gave me, because I'm so ballin', I'm a hardcore GANGSTA. Oh, and it's the first five letters of my last name.

Further proof of my G status. 3D glasses WIN!

So remember how I freakishly love anatomy? Well, there is this awesome exhibit called Bodyworlds and I got to go in Salt Lake (I missed it in Denver). I don't know if I'll freak anyone out by talking about it, so I'll just say I loved it.

That is one of my massage school uniform shirts, signed by my classmates. :) I'm also holding the program from my graduation ceremony.

There are three wristbands here.
1) I saw Death Cab For Cutie at Red Rocks a month after I had my ankle surgery. I was on crutches, so we got put in the second row so I didn't have to attempt a billion stairs. That wrist band was to make sure I was "authorized" to be in that row.
2) My medical ID bracelet from my surgery. Is it weird that I kept that? I like it.
3) AQUARIUM!! Need I say more?

Some crazy origami things my friend made me when I was in sixth grade. She was Japanese. Well, I'm sure she still is (unless she went all Michael Jackson on me). We don't really talk to/see each other anymore. :/


Ok, that's the end. Hope you enjoyed?
PACK, Lindsay, PACK.

Rawr.