I don’t know how to feel about this, but my middle sister Morgan is sixteen today. It’s weird thinking that she’s now able to have a job, and drive a car. To me I still feel like she’s 10 years old, that little dorky kid that had yet to really blossom and stray from her tomboy roots. And now she’s in highschool, two years shy of graduating. Now thinking about that, makes me feel old and useless.
Yet I’m not that old. In two months I will be 21 years old, and with very little to show. Some people would think otherwise, but to me, I just don’t see that I’ve accomplished much. Sure, I moved out when I was 18 and was able to live life on my own, but here I am almost 21 and back with my parents. I really need to go back to school. I was leafing through the summer courses booklet, and found a few classes I might take. They’re either a 1 or 3 credit hour class, but it’s a class nonetheless.
Other than that, my weekend was very nice one. I didn’t do much, but Mark was over most of the weekend. Watched movies, cuddled, watched more movies, made food, and did other things too. I really love being around him, it just comforting being with him and having him in an arm’s distance. I also have this obsession with scratching the little beard he had going on, since he hadn’t shaved in a week. I hope he didn’t get rid of it, like he said he was going to do last night.
I miss that terd something awful already. Maybe I can entice him with brownies, to come over tomorrow night. Though these brownies will have to be the most amazing, melt-in-your-mouth brownies because the Dan Ryan expressway is essentially a nightmare and should be highly avoided. Maybe I can also seduce him with something else, aside from brownies, and remind him he can still take interstate 55 for a bit, and then just endure minimal traffic on Harlem Avenue.
If you click any of those links, you can get an idea of the area where I live at 😉