One Sec, Let Me Grab My Stomach Off the Floor

I think I’m in a formative stage of my life.  I need a vacation.  I need to live a little, outside of this routine of school and jobs.

I saw Cody today.  He waved at me.  I was thrown into chaos.  So I waved back and picked my stomach up off the floor as he walked away, then proceeded to continue my conversation with the people I was talking to while surreptitiously scanning the walkway to see if he was coming back through.  All stealthy, darting glances and such…only to completely ignore him when he did come back.  When a guy gets under my skin…it’s really bad.  This is abnormal, right?

I wonder when I’ll finally give up.  What’s going to finally push me beyond all hope?  The death of my grandmother?  Maybe.  In combination with having my heart ripped out again?  Most likely.  That’s my ultimate weakness apparently.

But right now, I’m okay.  I want to go to Ireland and get drunk on St. Patrick’s Day.  I want to take a roadtrip to Vegas.  It gives me energy…this wanting to do things.