So last night my dad came home with ice cream, and he sang "dear Emma Rose,what to say to you?"

And unable to come up with a response, I stood there unamused. And I told him why I didn't answer, and it was because 1), I'm not used to people calling me that, and 2), there was one person that used to call me Emma Rose.

Also in class at church, I asked my teacher if she ever wondered why we laugh at things. She didn't really know.

But the way I tried to ask it, she seemed quite impressed with my mind. (I'm good at putting things into words)

I said "I'm only 13, but my mind is not an average 13 year old mind. My mind is older than you think."

I also woke up with a cramp in my hand yesterday. Despite how many times I tried to keep it under a pillow.

It was my right hand and I'm like, "dang it. That's my good hand." It only lasted a couple minutes though.