I'm Moving To Timbuktu!!!
Did you ever have one of those days where you just wanted to run away from all of your responsibilities and flee to China or the Virgin Islands, or even just to Maine? That was my day today, and yesterday. I guess I can try to justify it by saying that my parents are taking pretty much a month long vacation to Maine and wherever else they feel like going, angie's going to england, annie to Cedar Campus, val's at camp and going to Scotland, Paul and Melissa are going to Florida, Alicia to India, and just about everyone else on the planet is getting married. And there I sit in my little room with the little kids. But they're soooooo great- they just eat up whatever you plan for them. Even the dorkiest things like making something out of playdoh and then everyone has to go around and guess what each other's are- they loved it- and took 20 minutes making their creations, I mean, how horrible of a person am I to want to run away from some of the best kids in the planet? I must have spring fever- I just want to get out and DO something, but money, inhibitons, time, and many other things are preventing me from doing anything. And I'm tired of sleeping in a room with two other people- I'm a grown up (despite my child like whining at the moment), not on some endless slumber party. Maybe I'll feel better tomorrow, it'll be payday- so I can at least go to a movie or something. Urg- I am a big butt-head. I think that its just the devil eating away at some insecurities I have right now and exploiting them. I feel like a dork for having let it get to me. I can apply just about everything in my life to Caedmon's Call, and this just popped to mind:
I can't decide if its the Devil,
Or if its just someting I ate,
'cause hes been down there all morning
Hes patiently waiting at my gate,
Hes throwing rocks at my window-
"Hey won't you come on out and play,
with me."
(i can never remember the names of songs, but lyrics come easily to mind, so sorry if you want to know which song that is)
I need to gp pray- and sleep!
Did you ever have one of those days where you just wanted to run away from all of your responsibilities and flee to China or the Virgin Islands, or even just to Maine? That was my day today, and yesterday. I guess I can try to justify it by saying that my parents are taking pretty much a month long vacation to Maine and wherever else they feel like going, angie's going to england, annie to Cedar Campus, val's at camp and going to Scotland, Paul and Melissa are going to Florida, Alicia to India, and just about everyone else on the planet is getting married. And there I sit in my little room with the little kids. But they're soooooo great- they just eat up whatever you plan for them. Even the dorkiest things like making something out of playdoh and then everyone has to go around and guess what each other's are- they loved it- and took 20 minutes making their creations, I mean, how horrible of a person am I to want to run away from some of the best kids in the planet? I must have spring fever- I just want to get out and DO something, but money, inhibitons, time, and many other things are preventing me from doing anything. And I'm tired of sleeping in a room with two other people- I'm a grown up (despite my child like whining at the moment), not on some endless slumber party. Maybe I'll feel better tomorrow, it'll be payday- so I can at least go to a movie or something. Urg- I am a big butt-head. I think that its just the devil eating away at some insecurities I have right now and exploiting them. I feel like a dork for having let it get to me. I can apply just about everything in my life to Caedmon's Call, and this just popped to mind:
I can't decide if its the Devil,
Or if its just someting I ate,
'cause hes been down there all morning
Hes patiently waiting at my gate,
Hes throwing rocks at my window-
"Hey won't you come on out and play,
with me."
(i can never remember the names of songs, but lyrics come easily to mind, so sorry if you want to know which song that is)
I need to gp pray- and sleep!
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