Mar 18, 2008 18:16
I am anxiously awaiting my trip to New York. Inclement weather conditions disrupted my original plan to leave this afternoon. Instead I will be leaving at 4 in the afternoon tomorrow.
Yesterday I celebrated my 23 birthday with my family. These are the best years of our lives, but somehow I feel like a grandmother already. I'm forcing myself to work on my typing form. It seems to severely inhibit creativity to have to think about which fingers I am using to type.
Lately I have been thinking a lot about the face and the things I do with my face. The serious look, the concentrated look, the happy, the sad, the strained, the pained, the skeptical. Then I start thinking about peoples faces when they age. How they are a direct reflection of what you have done with your face in your life time. Weird. I'm on a mission to have a lot of smile lines... but I haven't quite decided where to start.
Man, I feel like I should just start typing random letters in an effort to find them one the key board. Okay... enough of this popeycock, I will leave you all until I have something to say.