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Okay. So.


I feel like I'm behind the wheel of a new car. Writing here for the first time, I am settling into the plush leather, fingering the controls with expectant awe. And although technically I have no idea what that would actually feel like,
I'm going to trust my instincts and decide that it would be something like this.


[disclaimer: that is not my arm.]

Anyway. I'm hoping for the best. I can generally tell when blogging is a good idea because I start to narrate my life in my head in really goofy, trying-to-be-funny ways. I make all kinds of uncalled for cracks about the small commodities of my day. It's like I'm in such a severe need for entertainment that I host a second-rate comedy club in my head. Eventually, some less-interesting-more-realist part of me stands up and rolls her eyes in exasperation and says,
"Look. Just go write it all down, already. And get off the stage."

So, at the advice of my manager, I do. (I am.)

Today is a day of having much to do, but plenty of time to do it. Sometimes these days leave me feeling accomplished and content, and sometimes they just won't leave me. I have changed clothes three times today. It's like, if you give me enough time and space to just move through my day at my own pace, I'll begin to observe my moods in degrees. This leads to several decided "I don't want to wear this anymore" moments. These moments are not, however, all jammed up into one really frenzied hour-long space. This is not a classic case of the nothing looks good on me's. This is something else entirely. It's like a non-verbal commentary on how I feel.

So, at the risk of you losing that last shard of potentially being interested in what I'm saying, I'll elucidate:

Outfit 1- The Slacker: I got up, went to the laundry room, tossed what I slept in into the washer for no good reason except that I felt like it, and then proceeded to put on a fresh pajama ensemble. This outfit went through various sock-and-hoodie alterations, depending on how freezing my room was, before I scrapped it entirely.

Outfit 2- The Academic Pioneer: I wanted to feel like I could start schooling and accomplishing tasks with skill and fervor, and so I changed into jeans and a t-shirt. To be fair, I kept the t-shirt from the previous ensemble, but got rid of the socks-and-hoodie aspect.

Outfit 3- The Indie Writer: Having accomplished the better portion of my schoolwork for the day, I found myself wanting to stretch and move and be comfortable, without looking like I just got out of bed. So. As I write, I am sporting the summer-gypsy look in a purple head bandanna and a loose gray dress that does not belong to me. This is the perfect fit for sitting outside, typing nonsensical blogs, and drinking peach-lemon tea.


Although, almost anything is good with peach-lemon tea.

What else shall I say?

My cat is winding around my feet in earnest pursuit of my attentions. Ew, and now licking.
Do not be fooled. She wants food more than my love, I think.

Hm. Things I Have Decided That I Do Not Love:

1) Wearing band-aids on my fingers. This obstructs nearly every function of comfortable everyday life. Cooking, typing, hand-washing, and swimming are all most uncomfortable. Texting is downright laborious.

2) Really hot, humid weather. It's like that feeling you get when you sit in a way-too-hot-bath for way-too-long. Exept worse, because you can't get out. Maybe I should move.

3) Oversleeping. I should get up earlier.

4) The perspiring of my extremities. Sweaty hands are the worst.

5) When the pool isn't any cleaner than the creek. 'Nuff said.

Anyway, I could probably keep going. But I want you to keep coming back for more reading. So I'll stop now.
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Or even if you have, perhaps.
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