We don't notice any time pass. We don't notice anything.
I am seriously obsessed with the show Supernatural. I devour the episodes like I do my books--one after the other, I can't get enough. It ropes me in. It kind-of helps that Dean and Sam are GORGEOUSGORGEOUSGORGEOUS.
Nani came to visit me today...I was pleasantly surprised that she was in town. I pretty much spent the day with her and Genevieve, a pretty awesome friend of hers with a pretty awesome name. I knew I would like her when she started talking politics--I admire a girl my age that well-informed. Plus, she's a Democrat, and that makes me happy as well, as I am usually swimming in a sea of Republicans (I do go to A&M, after all). I'm so glad that Nani is my best friend--when I'm around her, I am just so comfortable and myself. It feels so natural. I mean, sure, we've had some rough times...some really rough times...but you can't know what the good tastes like until you've had some bad. It's like...how can you know what happiness is, true happiness, if you've never known sadness or tragedy, to have something to compare it to? Plus, I'm satisfied knowing our friendship can withstand some true trials and tribulations...if I had gone through the same shit with her with anyone else, I would have dumped them long ago.
Tomorrow's my birthday--I will be going to the opera on Friday night with Nani and some friends. Tomorrow Kara, Casey, Katie, Brian Lamb, and Clark are all driving down to visit with me, and that makes me so glad--I love my friends. They never leave me wanting anything--they fill every hole, every gap.
Sometimes I feel like I think entirely too much. I spend so much time inside my own head, watching my thoughts ruminate and wind around my brain like a whirlpool, just getting sucked deeper inside me until it's nearly impossible to let it out without disrupting something else. It gets me in trouble sometimes, both with myself and other people. Like any woman, I guess I overanalyze--but it's also just me being me. I can't just let things lie, and I can't just forget things. I have major difficulties with letting go.
Nani came to visit me today...I was pleasantly surprised that she was in town. I pretty much spent the day with her and Genevieve, a pretty awesome friend of hers with a pretty awesome name. I knew I would like her when she started talking politics--I admire a girl my age that well-informed. Plus, she's a Democrat, and that makes me happy as well, as I am usually swimming in a sea of Republicans (I do go to A&M, after all). I'm so glad that Nani is my best friend--when I'm around her, I am just so comfortable and myself. It feels so natural. I mean, sure, we've had some rough times...some really rough times...but you can't know what the good tastes like until you've had some bad. It's like...how can you know what happiness is, true happiness, if you've never known sadness or tragedy, to have something to compare it to? Plus, I'm satisfied knowing our friendship can withstand some true trials and tribulations...if I had gone through the same shit with her with anyone else, I would have dumped them long ago.
Tomorrow's my birthday--I will be going to the opera on Friday night with Nani and some friends. Tomorrow Kara, Casey, Katie, Brian Lamb, and Clark are all driving down to visit with me, and that makes me so glad--I love my friends. They never leave me wanting anything--they fill every hole, every gap.
Sometimes I feel like I think entirely too much. I spend so much time inside my own head, watching my thoughts ruminate and wind around my brain like a whirlpool, just getting sucked deeper inside me until it's nearly impossible to let it out without disrupting something else. It gets me in trouble sometimes, both with myself and other people. Like any woman, I guess I overanalyze--but it's also just me being me. I can't just let things lie, and I can't just forget things. I have major difficulties with letting go.