Don't stop believing . . . hold on to that feeling.

I'm getting restless. Not for lack of having something to do, but lack of something I want to do.

I want to try and get back a little more into some artsy things, draw some stuff, take some pictures, and crochet some cool stuff.

I want to sleep in, hang out with my neice, and spend time with Mick and Kathleen.

I want to have a different job, Target has sucked my soul dry.

I want to wear shorts, tanktops, and flip flops . . . without feeling the chill.

I want to shop for stuff for college, buy some new clothes with money I have, and color my hair something out of control.

I hate the points in time where anticipation of the future so heavily the situation at hand. I consider myself a very pastient person and right now I am not.