Pajamas on a Saturday night
I'm sitting on my bed in my pajamas even though it's 9:34 PM on a Saturday night. I'm home. As we passed signs that counted down the miles to Chicago, I got an excited butterfly feeling in my stomach. I need these three weeks to myself. I need to find peace. And I'll do it all by myself. "All by myself. I just want to be all by myself....again." I just need to let go, and maybe this will be the time to do it, when I'm not thinking about anything else. And I tried not to think about it on the car ride here and to just give myself up to my faith that everything will work out the way it's meant to be. When I got home my cell phone bill was on the counter waiting for me. It gets mailed here instead of to the NC and it has the numbers of all calls made in the last month so if I had deleted a number in a moment of psychoticness (although I never have those) I could find it. I haven't decided how I want to use that information. I just feel kind of worthless right now and that I shouldn't waste my time thinking about someone who is probably not thinking about me and is probably hitting on someone else right now....because it is Saturday night....and most people aren't sitting on their beds in their pajamas already. But when did I ever want to be like most people?
On a happy night, I love being 21! And not just because I can drink legally now, but because I can go wherever I want. I feel like an adult. Last night we went to a salsa club in Indy! It was so much fun even though I'm a horrible dancer. And Thursday I sang karokee for the first time ever. And I was amazing.
On a happy night, I love being 21! And not just because I can drink legally now, but because I can go wherever I want. I feel like an adult. Last night we went to a salsa club in Indy! It was so much fun even though I'm a horrible dancer. And Thursday I sang karokee for the first time ever. And I was amazing.