I wish my life were a little more exciting to write about recently. But then again it is said that if you're bored you must be boring. Oh. Crap. Really I'm not bored at all. I just haven't had any random weird stories to share lately. Well except the fact that it is possible to have a food fight per se at two in the morning using smeary cheap peanut butter, that was surprisingly tasty. I would know - Anna fed it to me. Hey, she started it all. And if you fall in the shower (trying to get clean?), the chances of the curtain falling in after you is pretty high. I have learned that frozen custard is so much more delicious than ice cream, of course having nothing to do with how many calories are involved in that equation. I have discovered that no matter how much time has passed with an old friend, they are still excited to hear from you. And usually not much has changed, even though everything has.
I have realized that there are worse things than a pile of laundry crawling three feet up a closet wall, or a little dust collection, when instead I'm busy enjoying the life and people and chaotic-ness (yes I think I just made that word up) surrounding all of us. Because this world just keeps going . Circle after circle. Sun up, sun down. Another morning I force my eyes open and attempt to crawl out of bed, another day, in essence, another routine. And I find it so ironic that each day as I count down the minutes to another b-o-r-i-n-g (yawn) class or a never-ending day at work, I am really watching history pass me by. And we all just keep on trucking... we keep moving, keep living; holding on tight to the moments that sneak by too fast, and praying for the time in-between to simply fly.
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