Hey man.
Sometimes I lose contact with friends that I really truly care about for months at a time. When it's 11:07 on a Sunday night I realize I forgot to call them and wish I could drive to their houses, pick them up and go fast down rural roads where 80 miles per hour is fast enough to outrun your problems.
School starts tomorrow and it's strange because I am the type of girl who plans her outfits out the day before and buys too many new school supplies, but this year I don't even have a notebook and I will probably stick to wearing my summer v-neck and shorts uniform to school. Thinking about it now I wonder why I am not more excited... Mostly I am hoping my lack of excitement is not due to growing up.
I wish Billy would get a blog so he could read my thoughts rather than me having to speak them. I think this is another thing that is affected by growing up. It's hard to tell stories any more because it's hard to believe that people are really listening instead of making to-do lists in their head of appropriate responses.
Being away from home again has thrown me into some sort of adult obsessed attitude, I appreciate sitting on the couch eating cereal with vanilla soy milk while the sun streams in the window and silence is still golden. That's who I am as a grown up. I guess? I guess.
Responsibility starts tomorrow.
