Yes, I'm well aware of my insanity.
Did you know that I turn 24 in just a month and a half... two-dozen years old? I find that so hard to believe, for many reasons. One, that will mean that I will be nearly at the halfway point of my twenties, and to beat a dead horse, single for every hour of that time. Seriously, that doesn't bother me like it used to. I'm alright with singleness--well, today anyway. I honestly don't have the time or energy to date anyway. I'm either in school (both teaching and learning) or doing something for school every waking hour, except on Sunday, when I go to church. That whole relationship thing can certainly wait--besides, who would I date? I barely know anyone around here yet, and I wouldn't dare date someone I don't already know a bit about.
Oh, yeah... I was talking about my age--not dating. Hello, digression.
Anyway, the other reason is that I can't figure out for the life of me when that transition period happened--when I stopped being shocked to find my friends married and/or having kids. We're actually at that age where it's to be expected. What the heck? How did that much time whiz by without my knowing it?! You see, this is why I never wanted to grow up quickly like everyone else. I really did see that things were changing too quickly for my mind to grasp.
[insert transition from age to decor] I went to Pier1 after church on Sunday to see if I could find any good deals on which to spend my Uncle Scott's graduation gift card he gave me nine-freakin'-months ago (and of which I had only used up fifteen bucks), and I suddenly found myself in autumn heaven. Pumpkin spice candles! Visions of crimson, goldenrod, and orange! Acorns and leaves, berries and gourds! I caved and spent 30 bucks (30 bucks to go!) on a decorative candle (which could serve as a centerpiece), autumn glass beads, and a ceramic pumpkin filled with a pumpkin-spice candle. Naturally, I went to Walmart yesterday and snatched an autumn wreath and a mulled cider candle to complete the ensemble. I sit in my living room now, look around, and just smile. I heart fall. Now 'tis time for the temp to drop. No more 90-degree temps! Let us now protest!
It's not like I go out of my way to go to pool anyway. I'm not fond of sunburns, and really, I've not felt too comfortable in a swimsuit this year--I feel rather plump.
Oh, and heat triggers my migraines, and Lord knows what an ordeal those are for me in the best of conditions!
Well, I've once again managed to stay up an hour later than originally intended. I better try to shut my brain off and go to bed. Oy.