i hate my life sometimes. just ask me if you want me to do MORE THAN I ALREADY AGREED TO DO. don't pull some fake play shit that was planned out in the car while i wasn't there. i can read through the rehearsed verbiage.

another weekend come and gone, full of plans made and broken. i am always completely willing to talk myself in to and out of a variety of activities and obligations at a moments notice. i am a very good planner. i am terrible at follow through.

as i look at what needs to get done over the course of the next two weeks, i am perfectly happy to create a list of things to do. i worry that again, the morning i plan on leaving, i will be completing everything on the list. this procrastination has deep roots, far back to my childhood.

queue flashback music.

fifth grade. i hate fifth grade. i hate my school picture. i hate sitting across from kl. i hate the math group i am in. i hate my teacher. i hate that everyone else loves my teacher.
independent study. two per year since second grade. the only one completed prior to the night before the report was due? the first one. in second grade. who cares about the ozone layer anyway? i can still get a good grade. that is what they are grooming us for here. working under pressure.

end flashback.

ok, i may not have made the statement "that is what they are grooming us for here" when i was eleven. but as i look back, i feel like that.

train of thought again. start with breaking plans, end with pinpointed moment in childhood. this blog is getting out of hand. perhaps a restart?

welcome, may

well, may is finally upon us. my windows are opened at night (until it drops to thirty again), the music has changed to something decidedly more upbeat, and summer plans are beginning to take shape. here are a few updates into my life...

i will bypass the obvious higlight of the summer, beard sitings.

my mother is to be married on july third. i am not a bridesmaid. i am fine with that. i am, however, the co-reception-host. in my backyard. with a keg. should be a blast. come if you like, i will be the lively one.

put-in-bay? have never gone. for reals. everyone is raving about it, i have a feeling it is not for me, but i have still semi-agreed on an outing with a large group of young, fun folks. we will see how that goes.

new/old bed. i have been sleeping in a twin bed for four full months as of yesterday. i finally said no more. although when i left lou, i told him he could keep the bed, i have since changed my mind. i want my gorgeous, lovely, ginormous bed back. so i am getting it back, this week, and will sleep well in my tiny, tiny bedroom.