month change

February is here already. I'm sitting in the school library, chewing pink gum, waiting for my class to start. I am amazed at the different laughs that echo off the walls. People snicker, guffah, sniff, snort, and mumble. It combines with the clack clack clack of the keyboard and the soft toned hum of voices. There is an argument going on behind me. 30 minutes til class starts.

I am eating a hamburger...except that my hamburger is not a hamburger but is an eggplant. Ya I know. right?

It is cold today. I say this not as a general complaint but as a fact. I understand that there are colder places in the world, like say, in the negatives, but 25 is cold. If I wanted to complain it would go something like this. The heater at work is broken and I went in at 6:00 today. Finger numbing cold. Not so bad, you say? I basically work in a storage shed. The snow jacket and hat I wore barely kept me at a level above shivering, but my gloveless hands almost went on strike, slowly gripping the mail and dumbly shoving the letters against the small slot. I did survive, however, and now I am sitting at my brothers work, reveling at the feeling of keyboard under my fingers. I am disconnected from the world and it is a strange feeling. In a world so utterly and constantly connected, to not have a phone or a computer is almost the equivalent of social suicide. I believe myself to be one step away from hermitism or leaping off the social bridge that connects us all. Thank goodness I don't live alone or I might dissapear and never be heard from again. What do I fill my time with? I have started doing the previously unheard of task called 'outside' If I refuse to enter the house for several hours there must be something I can find to do. I have discovered bike riding and walking and sitting. The Dr. Who convention happens next month and I am pitch perfect excited. I have a costume idea, I have a small piggy bank fund, and I have childlike inpatience. Now I just have to wait til it happens. It's all about the bow tie

Today is a Tuesday and music drums against my ear as I stare blankly at the computer screen, then a smile slowly spreads across my face. I am going to make the best out of today. I am 23 now and I am trying to act my age. How does a 23 year old act? That is the first mystery to solve. I love solving mysteries almost as much as I love surprises. I don't love class though, and that is where I am heading but a 23 year old does things she doesn't always like with a smile on her face. My feet are cold so I pull on some socks. The sun is out and I ate yogurt for breakfast after working out. I am thinking of you.

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hello my darlings. Much has happened, but I feel as if nothing has happened at all. That's becuase I live in a place where nothing changes, only the weather. Will I stay me forever, then? I think not. People can't help but change; they evolve, shift, adapt....curb thier responses depending on who is listening. And silence has a sound. It hums. I yawn slowly, glancing around for the soft beige fur of the dog. There he is. I sit back. I can hear a question in your voice, but I am too tired to answer and so I change the subject. There is a hail storm in a town nearby - I know this becuase the online newspaper told me about it. My mom said something this morning, but I can remember what. probabaly that there was a storm in a town nearby. IT all sounded very familiar when I read it online. Things of interest: I am painting tomorow I don't like painted garage doors I'm afraid of walking in the dark alone I love sunrises I can listen to the same song many times I have decided to create daily goals tomorrow's goal: To not say anything negative. I will blog about how it went.

I'm sleepy/ I'm exhuasted/ I can't keep my eyes open/ I need a nap - pick one of those and then apply it to me. I'm going to blame it on the strange weather, and not the insane amount of work I have been forcing upon myself. It makes me seem somehow sane Today I: updated my blogs drew for my blog paid for my phone made a fruit smoothy drank said fruit smoothy facebooked worked listened to music chated with as many people as I could find online sat in the sun took a ten minute nap put on my makeup bought flowers for my brother and sister-in-law and started a blogging revolution

well my fantastic friendlies how have you all been? My hair is getting long and it feels strange on my back so I keep grabbing at it and pulling at it and twisting it and throwing it back. I have a hair appointment on Saturday and I can feel the strands quivering. "Don't cut me!" they scream in tiny high pitched vibrato. Don't worry my pretties, I won't cut you too much. I don't think that is much comfort to them. It is strange being in this place I work when it is dark and everyone else has gone home. I watch cars go in and out but the lobby remains silent. I'm feeling bored. A man in a yellow shirt just walked through, as if to prove me wrong. " Just getting something out of Roger's helicopter," he drawls, then walks out the back door. I try to sound acknowleding. "Ok" I call to his departing form. My mom and I went to the lake yesterday and ate a picnic I put together. There is something about lying sprawled out in the sun and feeling your body being rocked gently by the small waves underneath you. We vowed to go once a week, but I know we really won't. I ordered a dress from Modcloth the other day, using a giftcard my bestie gave to me in order to make my rival jealous. She's the best friend a girl could ask for. I am impatient for it to arrive, though.