You know what I LOVE about days off where I actually have nothing that I need to do (in other words, no one is expecting anything of me, but there are still a lot of things I should get done)?
Spending my morning in my pajamas, eating breakfast leisurely (actually, just eating breakfast is good), reading, playing music, not taking a shower until noon. And I really only took a shower because I went running and was all gross and worky-outy.
I was thinking about fixing the template on this blog. But I don't really feel like it right now, because I want to go do some stuff.
But I have so much time! ha. I never know what to do on a day off. I'm so used to working 6 days a week and having like three evenings and sunday afternoon to do stuff in. Having a whole day is like...too much. The main thing I don't like about having weekdays off though, is that every one else is working or doing stuff, so I'm just on my own.
Life is so good. haha. I really like my life. ha. I better, since I'm kind of stuck with it. But, I mean, reaaaally. I have everything to look forward to and so much to look back on with a smile and a laugh. Maybe I just like my attitude about life. That seems a little arrogant or something though. But I'm just happy with the fact that I'm not worried about anything. And that doesn't mean I'm beeing irresponsible or impractical - of course I think things through before I make decisions and stuff, but there's just so much more to life than that. It's important, but it's not the most important. I bet this doesn't make sense at all. haha. This is definitely NOT the most deep post I have ever made. I'm in way too silly of a mood right now.
I've been playing a lot of guitar lately. Writing a lot of music, some lyrics. ha, amber, remember when I used call you all the time and say, "hey I just wrote almost all of a song!" and then I'd have to show it to you whether you wanted to hear it or not and I don't think I even cared if you liked it that much or not, bcause I was pretty convinced that it was good, and you always said something nice about it anyway. haha. I don't even remember like half of those anymore, but every once in a while I come across a scrap of paper or something with lyrics and music written down and I'm reminded that I can't really write, but I still do anyway, because I love it. ha. It's just a way I like to express my thoughts or anything - words delicately crafted to melody. That line seems really out of post. I mean place. why did i say post. hm.
wow I'm in way too happy of a mood today, I'm not even erasing anythign I write. I"m just writing.
oh, and last night, I had by far the weirdest dream I have ever dreamt. But I don't know how well I can explain it. It was about spiritual warfare but it was really weird. I haven't even been thinking about that at all. This morning Kaitie and I woke up about the same time and I was telling her about it, and it's all deep and weird, and then she goes, "I had a dream that we all had to make a bajillionzillion frappacinnos! It was INSANE!"
I love kaitie.
ha, maybe my next post will be a little more intelligible, but I just can't pretend right now.
-becca
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Yeah, I love you too....
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