One tree.

I just had one thought I wanted to relate, for this post. One thought which prompted me to begin writing, and I'm sure I'll get that thought out, but I know I'll write much much more than that.

I don't know if it is just me, but I think I always seem to live right where the best trees are. If you haven't learned yet, I have quite a fascination with trees. Everything about them just draws me in, like watching another person standing there, completely frozen. And the trees by my house, they're the best ones. Or perhaps, I simply become so attached to them that they become ever more beautiful to me. Definitely like people, then. *smiles*

I'm supposed to go to a friend's house tomorrow, a nice big "sleep-over." My friend called me to tell me she was picking me up, and to bring some good "Chick Flick" movies from my sister's stash. Now, I put this in quotations for a reason. When I asked her what kinds of movies, in particular, she was thinking of, she came up with one: 300. You know, the one with Gerard Butler, full of over-ripped abs and guys in less clothes than I would trust in my own bedroom. *grins* Not exactly chick flick material, more 'chick drool' material. Lol. I'm not that big a fan of the whole movie, but Gerard is definitely a sweety (because everytime I think of him I remember the movie "PS I love you"). But regardless, I found that rather amusing.

Anyway, C. seems to be making it a habit to talk to me now. I almost wish he wouldn't, but oh well. But you know what? I was seconds away from writing: "You don't read my stuff anymore." and something else along that line, in the form of a statement. I know he wouldn't actually deny it if I told him that, but before I could, he logged off. Almost as though he could read my mind. If we were in person, talking, I'd stick my tongue out at him and wack him on the head, hard, with a nice hardback book. Yes, that would be very nice. . . .

I almost hate vacations. They give me so little to actually do that I become a veritable hermit, and sloth. I don't do a damn thing when I don't have to. A bit sad, but nevertheless true.

I'm getting impatient, waiting for my camera in the mail. I almost feel as though it will never come. I want to be reasonable, but it's so very annoying to have to wait for it. I want it, and I want it now, and yes I will mentally stomp my foot on the ground just to say that. *grins*

I know there is a lot else that I haven't said that I want to say, but I can't gather it around me long enough to know what it is, and subsequently type it out. So, I suppose I'll just give it up for the moment, and contemplate for the remainder of the night. *sighs*

Well, good night then. Or good day, or whatever phrase is appropriate. :)

We'll be okay, in the end. It's just taking a while.