My thoughts lie over the ocean
So as a rule during the summer my brain tends to leave my body to return again about the 3rd week of the school year. I suppose the lack of challenging activy (i.e. substituting math projects on linear equations for self-imposed sex and the city marathons) deconstructs my thought patterns until they are nearly non-existant.
However, in a situation completely out of the realm of normal summer brain function I was feeling witty and smart last night. I had a brilliant journal entry planned out that would dazzle you all with my writing talents and nifty allusions to my otherwise dull and pointless life.
Then Danielle came in and said "Get out of my room; I want to sleep."
Thus the tiny moments chance of an actual thought-through post during the summer months was obliterated. Danielle has thwarted my creativity once again. I suppose with counseling I'll manage to survive.
My mother wants me to do odd jobs around the house for extra cash. Washing windowsills, dusting cabinets. I'm actually looking forward to some of it, especially dusting the cabinets because I love the smell of Liquid Gold. It's yummy.
I called Megs last night and she came over. It's nice to know that you can pick up the phone and have one of those "love you unconditionally" people come over and listen to you when you feel lost. I am lucky to have that. We drove to Walgreens at 1 am in our pjs because she wanted some peach tea thing. I can't remember what it was. I gallantly tried to chat it up with the counter check out lady in an effort to keep her from wondering why we were buying ice cream and peach juice in our pjs at 1 am. It didn't work. She still looked at us like we were crazies.
Oh yes, yesterday was a good day. Matt and I took my papa to Red Lobster, which he loves, and the D-Day musuem. I don't think he liked that much, but he loved the Red Lobster. It felt good to make him happy.
Ok it's stifling in here and I've been typing for too long.
However, in a situation completely out of the realm of normal summer brain function I was feeling witty and smart last night. I had a brilliant journal entry planned out that would dazzle you all with my writing talents and nifty allusions to my otherwise dull and pointless life.
Then Danielle came in and said "Get out of my room; I want to sleep."
Thus the tiny moments chance of an actual thought-through post during the summer months was obliterated. Danielle has thwarted my creativity once again. I suppose with counseling I'll manage to survive.
My mother wants me to do odd jobs around the house for extra cash. Washing windowsills, dusting cabinets. I'm actually looking forward to some of it, especially dusting the cabinets because I love the smell of Liquid Gold. It's yummy.
I called Megs last night and she came over. It's nice to know that you can pick up the phone and have one of those "love you unconditionally" people come over and listen to you when you feel lost. I am lucky to have that. We drove to Walgreens at 1 am in our pjs because she wanted some peach tea thing. I can't remember what it was. I gallantly tried to chat it up with the counter check out lady in an effort to keep her from wondering why we were buying ice cream and peach juice in our pjs at 1 am. It didn't work. She still looked at us like we were crazies.
Oh yes, yesterday was a good day. Matt and I took my papa to Red Lobster, which he loves, and the D-Day musuem. I don't think he liked that much, but he loved the Red Lobster. It felt good to make him happy.
Ok it's stifling in here and I've been typing for too long.