::dork out!::
i may have mentioned previously (egads, i can't even begin to write without iTunes babysitting me! hang on now....).
or, it goes like this. it's been 10 years since i left the halls of high school and right now, instead on readying for an impromptu alumni gathering, instead of sewing a button on the shirt i plan on wearing this evening, instead of feeding the cats, i'm sort of freaking out. i mean, what's the big deal, actually? it's just an excuse to get out of the house, right? to grab a couple of girlfriends and go for appetizers and drinks? right?
but, truth be told, i think it's because of the wacky dream i had last night where josh & i are roadtripping and we have the cats with us. only the cats are in the trunk and i'm holding on to a small fish tank with amphibious mice. i so don't even know what that means. but i do know that i have 3 more weeks of this semester and i'm going to take the summer off and just dedicate it to my writing and hopefully eek out something a little more creative than recent ramblings which have been tucked away begging for revision.
the big debate? to talk about my blog, or not to? what's the point, really, except to help explain this whole "i'm a writer" claim of mine. because, inevitably, the questions about where have you been and what have you done and what are you will demand further exploration, hence the dreaded: oh, you're a writer? what do you write? who do you write for? and it's the same mantra i've been whining about in the back of my head: i'm almost thirty and i feel so behind in the game. still, i'm not, i remind myself. i'm on my timing, which is perfect for me. and each day, every experience, shapes me and my creativity.
or, is it that some of us would rather not remember who we were in high school? i've made such progress. who doesn't? right? darn insecurities.
but, i'm bringing my camera, i'm changing into a different shirt (no time to mess with buttons!), and i'll link arms with my girlfriends, dodge questions that are left unanswered, and secretly long for one of those license plate frames that read:
or, it goes like this. it's been 10 years since i left the halls of high school and right now, instead on readying for an impromptu alumni gathering, instead of sewing a button on the shirt i plan on wearing this evening, instead of feeding the cats, i'm sort of freaking out. i mean, what's the big deal, actually? it's just an excuse to get out of the house, right? to grab a couple of girlfriends and go for appetizers and drinks? right?
but, truth be told, i think it's because of the wacky dream i had last night where josh & i are roadtripping and we have the cats with us. only the cats are in the trunk and i'm holding on to a small fish tank with amphibious mice. i so don't even know what that means. but i do know that i have 3 more weeks of this semester and i'm going to take the summer off and just dedicate it to my writing and hopefully eek out something a little more creative than recent ramblings which have been tucked away begging for revision.
the big debate? to talk about my blog, or not to? what's the point, really, except to help explain this whole "i'm a writer" claim of mine. because, inevitably, the questions about where have you been and what have you done and what are you will demand further exploration, hence the dreaded: oh, you're a writer? what do you write? who do you write for? and it's the same mantra i've been whining about in the back of my head: i'm almost thirty and i feel so behind in the game. still, i'm not, i remind myself. i'm on my timing, which is perfect for me. and each day, every experience, shapes me and my creativity.
or, is it that some of us would rather not remember who we were in high school? i've made such progress. who doesn't? right? darn insecurities.
but, i'm bringing my camera, i'm changing into a different shirt (no time to mess with buttons!), and i'll link arms with my girlfriends, dodge questions that are left unanswered, and secretly long for one of those license plate frames that read:
Alumni
University of California Irvine
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