I need an emotional revolution.
So I'm sitting here, off-track. I was working on that novel and got a bit distracted by my summer reading. I am going to work on it though. This entry is an attempt to blow the dust off of my finger tips. Anyways, what am I doing? Okay, well sitting here, for one. I'm thumbing lazily through an old copy of Revolutionary Road which I bought a few years ago because a professor recommended it. Half of me is debating eating the last piece of ice cream cake we bought for my boyfriend when he visited last weekend. His birthday is Tuesday but you kind of have to improvise in a long distance relationship. I don't like ice cream normally but it has a good chocolate filling for one and for another he irritated me today and eating his last piece of cake is about as rebellious as I get. Besides, he isn't coming down for the rest of the summer because we go back to school soon so it will be wasted. So I guess I'm not so rebellious. Oh well. I tried, right? Maybe rebellious because I obsess over weight.
Anyways, yeah nothing fun or scandalous, just ordinary. If I was psychic I would say a shower is in the near future just because I like being clean. That isn't so much as psychic as knowing my own intentions.
But anyways, just clearing off some steam. Haven't written in, forever it seems. I turn twenty two in less than a month. That's so odd. As a kid I tended to have catastrophic thinking and never thought I would make it to my twentieth birthday. I had a bit too much of an imagination. Anyways, it's weird because all of my friends are getting married or having kids or moving in with guys. I have been in a relationship for two years, still live in a dorm, and am buying school supplies for my senior year of college. Given that my boyfriend and I still spend his visits watching Disney movies and playing baseball in the yard, I wouldn't say my life is much different from what is was twelve years ago. But it suits me so oh well.
Hope whoever is reading this is having a good night.