The Little Things

I'm sitting on my couch, staring at my computer and trying to find the words to write an essay. I'm definitely not being successful and, for once, I'm paying more attention to Harry Potter playing on the TV. My phone goes off.

9:46 PM Text from Rachel: Hey I have a massive favor to ask...

9:46 PM Me: Yes?

9:46 PM Rachel: I have a massive craving for crazy bread...

9:47 PM Me: Haha. I'm on my way. We gotta go fast.

9:47 PM Rachel: Yup it closes in 13 min...

I don't even bother changing out of my sweats. I just throw on a hoodie and flip flops as I race out to my car. A few minutes later, I'm outside Rachel's and we're trying to make it to Little Caesars before it closes at 10. We made it with six minutes to spare.

Then we ended up at Sonic for sweets, danced in the car to scare the boys staring at us from their car across the way, and ended driving home screaming "Don't Stop Believing" at the top of our lungs. And terribly out of tune.

It's all about the little things.

Back from the Dead

I know, I know . . . I haven't written in a while. There hasn't been much to write about, unless you want to learn about the world of Tolkien, which I have been happily immersed in since the beginning of January. Okay, maybe not 100% happily. There is still the reality of homework which is awful. I can honestly say I won't miss it once I'm done.

Otherwise, I'm still alive. Maybe a bit changed, as trials and college are apt to do to you, but more or less still Sydney. Still slightly crazed. And still trucking along in this awful place. I'm sure there will be more later.

Until then . . .