A letter from March 26th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, this is from 2020 It is March 26, 2020, and school has been canceled for the rest of the semester. Some people are upset about it ruining their "Freshman Experience" but I kinda hated freshman year like it sucked majorly. When you get this you'll be in senior year. gross. It is currently 8:20 pm on a Thursday at minute 2:48 of Animal by Neon Trees. I live in Smiths Station there's is a box of random things by the closet door and our white wicker dresser is messy as usual there is a lamp to our right and a pile of clean clothes on the floor at the end of the bed. there is paint supplies scattered on our floor we have a jar of keepsakes but the note we wrote Nanny is taped to the mirror that's on our bedroom door. We have random rocks that Ale gave us lined up on the window sill and every day we check to see if the lizard is there. He wasn't today. We saw a squirrel jump from a tree to our roof and we ate chili cheese fries from krystals for lunch. Mom and Ali are counting change and dad is sitting in his truck. We try to fit the lampshade on the lamp but the bulb is too big. I am writing all of this so we can reminisce as if anything theses days are good but I'm not convinced that this is all there's is to life. Is it? It's 8:30 now we are listening to Wait a minute by Willow Smith minute 1:34. goodbye for now