Jan 08, 2004 23:35
Well kids, I am officially old. Every night this week I have stayed in and crocheted while watching television.
My project is a huge snuggly blanket, white, grey, light blue and dark blue striped. I plan to give it to Kevin once I finish, because I figure if I can't be there to keep him warm at night, I can make him a blanket that will. (Can I get a collective "Awwww") Anyway, I am determined to complete this, but at this rate it'll take several months. Ah well, keeps me busy and makes me sleepy at night, and its relaxing.
Ya know though, I find that at 22, nearing 23, I must be turning into a grown-up because I find more and more things that please me now at one time made me say "yech." And I'm not just talking about boys or beer. For example, having a big cup of coffee and reading the headlines of the New York Times in the morning makes me happy. Sometimes, I actually WANT to eat vegetables. On Saturdays I watch the History channel instead of cartoons. Naps in the afternoon are now a guilty pleasure. Etc. etc., you get the idea. This shouldn't sound so surprising, but in a way, it does to me, because a lot of times I still feel so young, but I am now a "grown-up" by my standars at age 6.