The past 24 hours were really, really fast, though, in retrospect, it was very long. Last night, I sang in one of my favorite venues. I was happy to be with friends. I was sad to learn more about some people than I wanted to learn. I was stressed about my voice breaking and relieved about no school for 2 days.
Now, I sit and feel... like a writer. My hair is full of bobby pins-the proof of last night. My ironed blue shirt still has pleats, though it's slowly getting as tired as I am. The whole time driving today, I was narrating in my head. I'm unwinding by...writing, and watching whatever is on TV (Lizzie McGuire Movie...Junior high all over again!)
Today, I was at Borders and I got stuck in the screenplay section. I fiddled with books and biographies. Siskel and Ebert. Oh, why would I dream of the movie industry. Leave me alone, thoughts.
I glance right. Lizzie is in Rome. I want to see Europe before I die. I want to see a lot of things. I want to see Central Park in late spring. Times Square at Christmas. France in November. London in...also late Spring. I guess that'll take some time.
Regardless, i cast these thoughts to Jesus. Take care of them, Love.
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