oh summer, where art thou? i think about you often. i look forward to you more than i ever have before. all my summers in the past have been really stressful, either driving an hour to see my boyfriend without my parent's knowledge (i was young!!) or driving to atlanta every day for work and living out of a suitcase from friend to friend's place. but now, i'm here with my own home and i can do whatever i want, whenever i want.
few early plans on the list: plan windsuit party. paint portraits.
i've noticed a change in my behavior around others. i've been so quiet lately, and i'm an easy target to get my feelings hurt. believe me, i hate it more than i let on. i know it's not humanly possible, but i would like to keep a constant happiness. i'd like to place the blame on daily routine and the daily faces. i know where my real problem is, i don't spend the time i need to with God. i know the impact he has on our lives and our happiness, but i'm so lazy to do anything about it. i forget all my troubles when i'm with Him.
i'm really excited about the upcoming trip to mississippi. lesley and i in the car, what could be better than that? i love her so much (i know you are reading this, and frankly, i don't give a care). she's the kinda gal i will always feel comfortable around, she's so welcoming and loving. and she fills me in on all the celebrity gossip. pretty soon, she'll tell YOU all about my gossip. i'll get to see sam's mom. she rules and calls me a slut. and heath! heath and all his mississipian glory. i'm going to take him out for his birthday, i do believe. i never treat anyone to anything, but i should start doing it more often. it makes ya feel good, i'm assuming.
i love my mac, day 4.
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