Drama, drama, drama, drama!!!

It's everywhere, everyone's life is filled with it. Except those of us special few who just deal with other people's drama cause we get bored with our own lives so we start something we didn't want to start and go on about something even we might not be able to handle or even use our own advice on, or we'd hate ourselves for doing what we're saying, but we do it anyways, cause we know it's the best thing to do. I realize this has little to do with writing, but no body reads this, and it's a place where I can rant and rant on about what it is that's bugging the heck out of me. And possibly oh so possibly get some responses that I highly doubt I'll get.

Cause some people are having that normal teenage drama, you know, that romantic fluffy stuff that messes with every one's lives involved. Then other people are dealing with emotional drama, while still others are dealing with the future drama. You know, all the what-ifs and crazy ideas and awkwardness. And then I'm supposed to be writing my story, cause that's what I want to do, but all I can think about is this or that and I become obsessed with helping these people. And when they don't need my help any more, or never even needed it I recede back to my story where the drama is contained, controlled, and only there when I want it to be. But here and now it everywhere, like somebody decided to come see how my life was going, saw it was getting simpler, went and kicked something and started that whole domino effect that makes everything change. At least that's what I think happened, cause that's the way it seems!

Anyways, I'll be thinking about all this drama and hopefully get it all dealt with. But you know what I'm oging to do now? Remove myself from this drama and go email some people hI haven't heard from in months that I'm dying to hear from. And perhaps help them with their drama. whoppeee!

What was that?!

So I discovered that weekends pass by really quickly. And that we never get all of what we want to get done in them, done. Just not something that happens. I can't even finish a book, that's how caught up I am in not doing the same thing for over an hour. I have trouble sitting down and watching TV for longer than an hour anymore... unless I'm doing a quizzler or my latch hook. I get jumpy, mostly cause I don't feel like I'm doing something usefull.

I've discovered that I feel like I have to justify time. And I don't. Not to anyone but me and God. But of course, that's the problem. Cause if I can't justify it then I should stop doing it, right? Like this, I'm justifying this because it helps me debrief from a period of time and focus back on what's important. My writing... I've got chapter 6 under way. *sighs* and it's going... and going... and yeah. Parts of it I wonder how I can write, but I love them all the same.

Yay for reflections though. I love Mexico still and I wanna go back. Too bad I can't for another year. And I want my pinky ring back, you stupid floor that ate it. I know it's there somewhere, but my bedroom's been torn apart twice now, once by me and once by my parents. And yeah, not anywhere. Whoooo... time to go sleep I suppose.... thanks for reading ;P