Today has been... eventful. It is FINALLY, FINALLY, FINALLY spring. I am a crazy person as soon as the heat hits my skin. I've been ignoring my poor boyfriend and just about everyone else I know for a week straight. It's gotten to the point where I'm making up excuses to be outside. The day before yesterday I moved a big messy pile of wood ten feet from it's starting position only to make an equally big, but now neat pile of wood. I can now add "wood mover" to my resume, joining such winning qualities as "top notch eater", "first rate complainer", and "professional procrastinator". Which puts my worries to rest about failing to write my first best-selling series by age twenty-five, as has been planned since grade two. I can always make a living being a hobo. A reasonable Plan B, I think.
Since I seem to have been spirited away from my dreary Tennessee pastures and dumped squarely in someone's idea of Nirvana, I've been taking full advantage of the weather. It's finally been warm enough break out the saddles and cowboy up. Montana was a little rusty, but is remembering all his training quickly. Whodidit just accepts the change in seasons with gentlemanly grace. He's a trooper and the sweetest horse anyone could ask for. Speaking of sweet horses, the foals we bought last in September are YEARLINGS! Goodness, they grow up so fast.
Things coming up in the next few months:
April- MS walk, Coheed concert, finals, YOTBR release, next year's registration.
May- Adventurecon <3
June- My 21st birthday. I can't claim to have never had a drink. With my personality you can imagine the only kids I managed to procure lunch-room seats with were the heavy-makeup/future dropout/no one understands me sort. And you know that sort drinks... But I'm not MUCH of a drinker. One here or there, maybe. So I'm thinking a roadtrip to the beach might be fun?
Today's agenda included a shopping trip for Easter gifts that was just supposed to be my sister and I. It expanded to include four more people and very little shopping was actually done... for anyone other than me, of course. No, I did not buy gifts until later this evening, but I did however walk away with a pair of sandals, flip flops, and aviators.
For the record, if you hear about some girl's sandal sob story- I totally saw them first. I am not above diving for cute shoes. And apparently I'm also not above making little girl's cry and require minor medical attention. Just kidding... she didn't need doctoring. And I'm fairly certain her tears were of the crocodile variety. Doesn't matter now, I guess. I AM VICTORIOUS!
Now it's ten minutes into Easter Sunday, my new cosmo is calling my name, and then it'll be time to sneak downstairs (read: stomp downstairs because I cannot manage to be graceful to save my life) and drop off the presents me and Court tied with the cutest ribbon you can ever imagine.
Maybe I'll think of a catchphrase to sign out with, but until then I'll just abruptly publish in the middle of a sent--
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