All The Small Things.

I woke up today, three times, finally rising around eight-thirty in the morning. I might also add that I found myself to be particularly skinny at the certain hour, so I was quite pleased with myself. As I went through my morning routine, however, I realized that this state of thin-ness probably wouldn't last past lunchtime or possibly a bit later. Oh well. I was happy about it at the time, at least.

My day ahead of me had no clear outlook really. I walked downstairs with no purpose. Usually I just fall onto one of the three couches downstairs in front of the Fox News channel, but I noticed something different. As I heard about the whole North Korea thing with the missiles near Hawaii [I know I sound uninformed, but there really isn't a name for it, is there?], something at the kitchen table caught my eye. There sat the Dallas Morning News, sitting in a neat stack in the sunlight. I've always taken a quick look at the sports or metro section during the morning to preoccupy myself during my breakfastless half-an-hour waits - but the fact that the paper just looked untouched compelled me to read it. So I sat there, like the disciplined kid that I was raised to be, and unfolded the front page. To my surprise, I actually read almost every article. For some reason, everything seemed interesting. I must have looked at almost every word from the front page to the classifieds and everything in between in this morning's edition. Strange. I couldn't even put down the NeighborsGO as I retrieved my multigrain bagel from the toaster. As I finished, I continued to watch America's Newsroom to learn more about the USS John McCain moving in on these North Koreans, and how Acorn has apparently barred Fox from their bash? Hm. A lot of good things to listen to. It's nice to be informed.

My day, other than that, has consisted of a lot of laying around, staring outside, walking the dog, playing the guitar, drawing, texting my mother and boyfriend, who are both out working and playing. My sisters both have been gone. One at camp, the other at a friend's. I'm left to silently chill and sip my Splenda iced-tea. I mean, there is a lot going on in my life right now. A LOT. But you could never tell by the way I walk, or the look in my eyes. As of right now, I am the holder of three jobs, about to start summer cross country, and the almost owner of a little black pontiac that I'm sure will cause me to grow up faster than you can say 'Animal Collective' [amazing].

I suppose I'll go play my Guitar Hero now. I really should go run, like I did yesterday, but Santeria is calling my name. Fun song to play. Once my mother gets home we'll make the family trip to Market Street like we do every Friday. Food = Life. And I love it that way. And I'll end up showering, talking on the phone for a good three to four hours, after hours. And I'll then hang up, proceed to the bathroom, and before I lay down, discover that my once slender figure of the morning has been, once again, plagued by life's awful chub-up that can only be cured overnight. I'll end up waking up the next morning to be hopeful again, skinny and dissheveled. Only to find out that I'll, whether or not I eat bad, become bloated by everything in the world by midnight.

Oh the laughably simple joys of being a teenager.