I realize it's been awhile since I talked to you people (Yes, that's your name: you people). But cut me some slack. Not only have I managed to not get lost in the woods on a camping trip since I've last spoken to you, I've tasted what it's like to work a full-time job, planned a murder, applied to a college, drunk about three gallons of coffee, learned how to shower in a campground bathroom, survive thousands of those blood-sucking vampires we call mosquitoes, managed to cope with the loss of our local library, gave a horse a sponge bath, and went through the drive through at McDonalds with seven other people in the car.
Say that ten times fast--I dare you.
Needless to say, my summer has been crazier than usual. I could name a few people reading this blog who could match those feats and surpass them while only looking at a single month of their summers, but hey. My summer usually consists of dancing and cabin trips. That's it. Today has been the first day in a long time that I've had time to spend brain power doing nothing. I'm actually struggling to shut down the part of my brain that works with agendas and productivity.
GASP.
Who knew.
Today I undermined my biological alarm clock and went back to sleep after waking up at eight-eighteen, when my physical alarm clock goes off. The experience was liberating. My brain-computer (whom I have named Carlotta) is in the process of rebooting. I haven't heard from her all day, except for garbled attempts to make me believe I have so much on my plate I need to make a list of things to do. At last! FREEEDOOOOM!
But I guess I'll have to find something to do....Because despite how much I love having no obligations....I'm not sure I can handle it.
I'm a hot mess. A beautiful mess. This summer, I am chaotically amazing.
