soft.and.gentle

Usually I am angry, or depressed, or moody, or suicidal when I post.

Ha, NOT TODAY! Nope, I am sitting in the computer lab, by a slightly opened window, feeling the nice, cool breeze glide across my bare skin. What can be more wonderful then that?! Well...

I FOUND A PLACE TO LIVE!!! Yep, that's right. Now for those of you who don't know, this dilemma has been causing me lack of sleep and much stress (and bitchiness if you ask what's-his-face).

It all started when I woke up this morning. I gently fluttered my pretty, enchanting, blue eyes open and peered around. Ok, so far, so good. No strange men in my bed and no missing limbs. I remain in the fetal position as I wonder to myself..."what day is it...do I have things to do today...should I be doing something at this very moment..." I stagger out of bed and look at myself in the mirror. Shit... I look like white trash from a bad porn. Definitely need to shower...

I arrive in my room 20 minutes later, so fresh, so clean. In the shower I had pondered the above questions; in the end determining, that indeed, today was Friday. I had also determined that maybe I should make an effort to look presentable, since the days prior consisted of t-shirts and jeans. So, I picked out several shirts and my favorite pair of jeans. I painstakingly tried on 8-10 shirts, each time making the journey down the hall to the full length mirror. Apparently, Erin, my RA, had been thinking the same thing. We shared the mirror as well as clothing ideas. To make a long story short, I ended up with a different pair of jeans (not my original pair) and a completely different shirt that I hadn't even picked out or tried on.

Ok, I'm skipping the rest of the morning routine, the only other new/exciting thing was that I re-highlighted my hair pink. Wow.

Onto bio. Bio went well. Jenny and I read Seventeen, took a few quizzes in the mag, and filled each other in on very important "girl stuff." Oh ya, and there were bio things too...like a powerpoint, and a Writing to Learn (only worth 3 points...).

Lunch. Lunch was fun. I was privileged enough to be accompanied to lunch by Miles. Miles, too, was having a good day. The weather is beautiful and he doesn't have anything due today, other then a math quiz. Our lunch contained minimal stress (which is usually not the case). We chatted, ate Dairy Queen, and came back to school.

The best part is coming..not that bio with Jenny and lunch with Miles didn't KICK ASS!!! But really...the good stuff is coming.

I arrive at algebra, dreading it, knowing this is the worst part of the day. Sadly, I was one of the last students to arrive. My seat was occupied...*gasp*...no worries, it's just Becky:) She's a sweet girl; I've seen her in band; we've chatted briefly about Europe 'n' things. We seem to click. So, I sit beside her. We both agree that Math with Kim Jones = HELL. Kim Jones = Math Nazi.

I can't quite remember how the conversation goes...but she ends up saying "If you need a place to stay this summer, I have a place." "OMG! I LOVE YOU BECKY! YOU ARE MY FAVORITE!" Ok, it didn't really go like that. I was more calm...can't seem too excited. Real reply: "Really?" So, we go into detail about it. And she says "Would you like to come see it (meaning the house) after class?" It's like an invitation to the gates of Heaven.

We arrive at her house; directly across from campus. It's got lil blue shutters and lil blue hearts. Sooo Cute:) Here we are. She shows me around; my room, the bathroom, the other rooms, the upstairs, the basement. I HAVE MY OWN ROOM! We chat and play with her puppy.

Here I am, now, on the computer. The story has come full circle. And I am posting. That's good right? As long as I brighten someone's day. So...