It is the last day of mid-terms. I can ALMOST hear my heart sing. I hate any week that revolves around tests. Nasty. I also hate math. HATE. HATE. HATE. Loathe entirely.
My roommate has her bags packed to go. My suitemates too. It makes me sad.. I wish I could up and follow them all home. However, my spring break will consist of working the cafe. And sleep. Lots and lots of sleep.
Spring break reminds me of my first love. His name was Dalton. We met at church. And I loved him with my entire heart. This weather makes me miss him. Missing people is stupid.. Did I mention that it's almost spring break? SPRING BREAK!!!! Although I don't have to drive 13 hours -- like my roomie -- I'm ready to be home. I miss my bed. I miss couches. I miss my piano. And I miss the familiar. I suppose I could technically leave my dorm and go home anytime. But I have this best friend from work who supplies my home needs. Our nights consist of talking about life, eating Baskin Robbins ice cream, and watching American Idol episodes that we've missed. I love my friends.
Ready for the day dream I'm living lately?
It's a good one.
I'll trade my beautiful things and silly expensive possessions that I never REALLY needed and my car in for an old truck. You know the kind with a large steering wheel and one long seat. And I'll find a dog named Paul Anka to keep me company, he'll sit next to me with his head out the window. We'll follow the map the warmest places and sleep by the water. Eat oranges and write children stories.
Maybe I'll change my name to Marilyn. And work in a small cafe on the weekends. I'll meet someone who makes me feel pretty even on my ugly days, someone who settles me and loves oranges too.
And we'll live in an old house with large windows and a ghost story. With a wrap around porch and a sun room. He'll smoke his pipe in the den and I'll put lights in every room because I hate the dark. And we'll live with the blinds open, in front of God and the ghost and everyone. I'll do the grocery shopping and he'll handle the bills. I'll teach at a nearby school, and he will work during the days. We won't have people over because we don't like them, but we'll sit on our porch and watch them. And we'll sing together because it's good for your soul. And laugh every day, and grow very very old.
The End. I know it's ridiculous.
I am headed to chapel. And hopefully to make an A on my math midterm!
