An Uneventful Life is Not For Me
I love how innocently every day begins.
As I slowly roll out of bed each morning, loosening my hold on a stuffed penguin and shaking off the wave of exhaustion that waking at 8 a.m. always brings, I act on instinct, never thought.
I've always been the type to find a wave of energy as soon as I start moving, but with fifteen minutes to get out the door, I don't have much extra time to spare on anything besides throwing myself together as fast as I can.
I toss on the day's outfit, fix my hair with a bit of leave in conditioner, dust on some eyeshadow, throw my .mp3 player in my purse and I'm off. Its routine - I never take a moment to wonder what I will face as soon as I walk out my dorm room door.
If I were to attempt imagining what the day would bring I would never, ever come close to suspecting the truth. It's too difficult when one's life is a contrived soap opera, a dark tragedy and a British comedy all wrapped up at once.
After all, the past 36 hours or so have been punctuated by the following:
A parking structure collapse at the Galleria mall gripping the newsroom as soon as I enter. Large chunks of snow falling onto the driver side half of my windshield, almost causing me to get into an accident. Unwanted 3 a.m. adventures in the snow.
Flirtations based around the mention of ponies and Valentines wishes from the most unsuspecting of individuals. Having to avoid other's mind games while creating my own by pining over someone I can't have.
Invites to cocktail parties and the usual pre-80's night excitement. Italian designer dresses on loan from a friend. Snow days that lead to drunken Lost parties. Luncheons with the Red Cross and assignments following barbershop quartets.
And let us not forget the stress that comes hand in hand with that unavoidable pest, the drama llama. Suite drama, parent drama, school drama, work drama...
For better or worse, I never know what to expect of life. Each day starts inconspicuously enough...but it never remains that way. I've never lead a boring, normal existence...I can hardly fathom what one is.
To be honest, I simply can't imagine things any other way. Simply put, I don't think I was meant for a quiet, average life. Someone as loud, energetic, ambitious, and ridiculous as your's truly simply cannot thrive on the back burner. I have my quiet moments, my hermit moments but the maddening intrigue and excitement of life always finds me somehow.
Sure, if I had it my way I'd sedate the drama llama and squash the boys who play mind games but I suppose I must accept that they're an inevitable facet of life for now.
Of course, how I cope with such is entirely up to me..
As I slowly roll out of bed each morning, loosening my hold on a stuffed penguin and shaking off the wave of exhaustion that waking at 8 a.m. always brings, I act on instinct, never thought.
I've always been the type to find a wave of energy as soon as I start moving, but with fifteen minutes to get out the door, I don't have much extra time to spare on anything besides throwing myself together as fast as I can.
I toss on the day's outfit, fix my hair with a bit of leave in conditioner, dust on some eyeshadow, throw my .mp3 player in my purse and I'm off. Its routine - I never take a moment to wonder what I will face as soon as I walk out my dorm room door.
If I were to attempt imagining what the day would bring I would never, ever come close to suspecting the truth. It's too difficult when one's life is a contrived soap opera, a dark tragedy and a British comedy all wrapped up at once.
After all, the past 36 hours or so have been punctuated by the following:
A parking structure collapse at the Galleria mall gripping the newsroom as soon as I enter. Large chunks of snow falling onto the driver side half of my windshield, almost causing me to get into an accident. Unwanted 3 a.m. adventures in the snow.
Flirtations based around the mention of ponies and Valentines wishes from the most unsuspecting of individuals. Having to avoid other's mind games while creating my own by pining over someone I can't have.
Invites to cocktail parties and the usual pre-80's night excitement. Italian designer dresses on loan from a friend. Snow days that lead to drunken Lost parties. Luncheons with the Red Cross and assignments following barbershop quartets.
And let us not forget the stress that comes hand in hand with that unavoidable pest, the drama llama. Suite drama, parent drama, school drama, work drama...
For better or worse, I never know what to expect of life. Each day starts inconspicuously enough...but it never remains that way. I've never lead a boring, normal existence...I can hardly fathom what one is.
To be honest, I simply can't imagine things any other way. Simply put, I don't think I was meant for a quiet, average life. Someone as loud, energetic, ambitious, and ridiculous as your's truly simply cannot thrive on the back burner. I have my quiet moments, my hermit moments but the maddening intrigue and excitement of life always finds me somehow.
Sure, if I had it my way I'd sedate the drama llama and squash the boys who play mind games but I suppose I must accept that they're an inevitable facet of life for now.
Of course, how I cope with such is entirely up to me..