Congratulations Tennessee 911 operator!
Why can’t I focus?
I can’t read anything, I can’t watch anything. I feel like I’m supposed to be doing something important and special and not sitting in my bed. Let’s face it, I definitely do not want to be sitting here when the clock strikes twelve. I don’t want to look at the clock and go "oh, it’s 12:02. I’ve been 21 for two minutes.
I think that’s why I’ve been starving for some kind of adventure. I desperate for adventure. I need to be at the top of a mountain or on a beach watching the moon hit the waves. I need to be laying in a grassy field staring at the stars in the middle of a high school football field. Because, I feel like I’m going to cry, and all I need is a trigger.
And if one doesn’t come by midnight tonight, then it’s going to be at midnight. The first strokes of my twenty-first birthday and I’m going to sob. Unless someone, someone in particular, takes the time to help.
I don’t know, I just get these thoughts in my head and I know I’m going to be disappointed.
Heather is, as I write this to you, fair readers, helping me get back into adventure mode.
See you guys later. Hasta.