I love amusement parks. And I love spending time with my older sister. So this weekend I got to do those two things and it was super duper awesome.

I love going to my sisters because we just sit around and watch movies and talk about nothing in particular and it feels just like old times again. I feel like a little kid, like I'm back in a time before boys and worries and problems, and all of those can be solved with a long talk and a bag of tortilla chips.

I miss those days, so it's nice to have a few moments to return to that state of perfect innocence.

I'm leaving in a couple of days, to music camp. I love/hate music camp because it always makes me feel like I don't belong. I meet lots of great, ordinary, fun people, but when I hear them play, I realize what awesome musicians these people are and I don't really feel like I measure up to them.

I don't know. Maybe I'm justified in thinking this. Maybe it's all in my head. But all I keep thinking is how my plinky little piano pieces pale in comparison to these great long difficult masterpieces that these people learn in under two weeks.

Maybe I should stop worrying.