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It sucks when you know exactly what you're going to write down on this stupid thing, and go to do it, but suddenly run out of every glimpse of a thought you had stored somewhere inside you. I wanted to say something like:
"I feel really restless. Like I haven't done something important and worthwhile or challenging in days. Like I can't go another minute--or second for that matter--without running 6 miles to someplace I've never been. To just explore and not have to worry about the dangers of being alone at night. To sit somewhere and paint. To know how to paint. To be able to find something worthy of painting. My day was eventful. I did stuff. I did. With people too. (Patrick and Courtie for most of the time to be exact) But, it feels like I haven't branched out or took time for myself to think about just anything. I think I'm going to The Spot tomorrow. It's so pretty there. I could take a camera too and take pictures. I'll run there. Yes, I'll run there. I think I shall teach myself how to paint too :-)"
But my lack of good writing skills prevented me from writing exactly what I wanted to. Hopefully, that will do.
Believe it or not, The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants has inspired this update. Whether I know the reason as to why it motivated me is still a mystery. I might get back to that. But then again, I probably won't.
To Courtie and Amanda: Have fun in Tennessee! I'll miss you both a lot!
And now to being bored, alone, and absorbed in this book. Jolly good time for me, eh? One would think so.
~And this is me signing off~
KiKi