Off The Map.

I really, really should be doing my floral project right now.

Yes. But it's extremely hard to focus when you have such a blowoff class fourth period [plus someone as distracting as Katie sitting next to you]. And as I 'work' on this final exam project, I start to wonder why did I take this class anyway? I suppose getting to go to the CTE center was really my main goal. But it's not that big of a deal. It wasn't that bad of a course, and besides, who wouldn't want to be here anyway? It's much too much fun to pass up.

I'm really looking forward to practice tomorrow morning. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm really hating the fact it's going to be somewhere under twenty degrees. But I'm getting to run with the people I enjoy it most with, and that's all that matters. Cross country has really been a blessing to me, I swear. It really makes my day every once in awhile.

I'm already shivering...that's what you get for choosing the mac next to the windows for the year.
That's right. I'm blogging on a mac. AGAIN!
I'm an extremely lucky girl.
What I wouldn't do for one.

Wow. I really should be doing this project. Everyone [well most everyone] has something to do with it. I mean, I have done my fair share of work on this devilish thing, but really now? I can't stand working on excel sheets for more than ten minutes. My attention span isn't that great. I'd much rather be running. Or taking pictures. Or blogging. Thank goodness FISD hasn't blocked blogger. I'd be going mad right about now.

I know I'm strange, but I've never felt this weird before. I've got this horrid itching feeling in my bones. Like I need to do something. Like I need to go. I need to drive.
That's it. I need to go out on the road. I need a road trip.
Because nothing settles me more than the hum of tires on asphalt and swaying grass on the sides of highways and byways. A long days worth of driving with friends would do wonders on me right about now.

I'm all over the place today, aren't I? And I could make this post last forever, I'm serious. I've got another thirty minutes in this class.  That kills me. A lot of things these days are.

Still no luck on this project...
This is going to be a problem.
I'll never be a floral designer anyway.
I'll be a coach. A cross country coach. One with a tricked out golf cart and special guest coaches [friends from previous teams]. One that lives up north. One that is relaxed and care free.

But until those days.
I'm still here.
In the mac lab.

I know what I want to do ;]