My boyfriend spent a lot of time putting together a murder mystery dinner party for me. Theme: Roaring 20's. My suggestion when he asked me what decades I liked. It was really fun. It was held at his dad's house and there was over a dozen people there, all dressed in the era. It was a sight to see. This birthday will definately be remembered. I've never had a birthday like it.
So another year of my life has passed. I'm one year older in the eyes of this world and what do I have to show for it? Not much. This year my birthday wish came out more like a personal resolution: I wish I was tougher. What I meant by this was two-fold. First, I meant physically tougher, stronger. My legs are strong from my walks and bike riding, but I'd like to develop my upper body strength. Second, I meant tougher as in emotionally. I'm pretty sensitive and I let little stuff get to me. There is a lot of things that roll off my chest, sure, but there's a lot that doesn't. Like the fact that my boyfriend said he'd call me tonight and it's not 2:15am the next day. I've tried getting a hold of him with no luck. Why am I letting this bother me? I'm frustrated and getting sleepy. Yet we haven't had a decent conversation in days. Geeze, why do relationships have to be so hard sometimes? Long distance ones too. It'd be so much easier if I was closer. I'd just drive over and throw a brick through his window! ARRRG! There. That made me feel a little better to type that.
There's so much more going on in my life right now, and the main thing I'm stressing over at the moment is my romantic relationship. See? I wanna be tougher and not be affected by this. I have to get up early tomorrow and vote! I just need to go to bed and turn off my cell. But of course I won't do that. Dang.
The other thing that is nagging me at the moment is this short essay I have to write. 2-3 pages about what I want to do with my Communication degree. Master's, more specifically. This shouldn't be a hard assignment because I know what I'd like to do. However, it can be summed up in a paragraph. So I need to find a way to un-sum it. Sum it down, haha. Golly. I'm just so frustrated right now that I'd almost throw a brick out my window! I'd open first, of course. After I went outside to bring a brick inside, of course. Grrr...see how tired I am? I'm talkin' crazy talk. Alright. Here's my solution. I'll read. I like to read before bed anyway. Most nights I do if I'm not writing in my diary or blogging here where I can "write" faster. So I'm going to lay myself down, pick up "Marked" by P.C. Cast, and breath deeply. Ok. Here I go.
This is your authoress, signing off. Goodnight. Or morning technically. Oh whatever. ;)
