Hi world. Hi July. I’m Jo and I don’t think we’ve met before.
I’ve been better, I’ve been worse, I’ve chased after pretty girls
I’ve seen a couple places that I never thought I’d see
I’ve walked into harder times, I’ve walked out the other side
It seems like you end up getting what you need
Yeah looking down from 30, 000 feet
Life’s been good to me30,000, Ben Rector
It’s such a strange feeling to take things easy for once. But it’s like… pretty cool. And by cool I mean sit-back-and-not-worry-about-anyone-dying-in-any-fandom cool. *inhales*
So I kinda wrote a guest post *mindblown* Yeah, apparently Garrett thought the craziness wrote on an almost near daily basis was alright and put this rather confusion invitation to rebel on his blog. Written by yours truly. *finger-guns* But I mean, if you want to check it out, please do. 🙂
NaNo is going just… splendidly.
I haven’t written anything substantial in exactly 3 days. 3! Days! No! Actual! Good! Plot! 😀 YAY! No, that’s not sarcasm at all. *sighs* I don’t know. Last time I had a very clear idea of how I wanted to take A/B/Normal but this is an entirely different thing and.. yeah. It’s weird. But it’s also cool, cause I get to watch videos about script writing and CIA spy scenes and what not, and if you were at the superstore and saw a completely absorbed-in-green-notebook kid with an inside out shirt and a backwards cap, that was me. I was busy doing some mad plotting. And y’know, totally didn’t whack into a rack of dresses. But I’ll get there, just make me delete my tabs. 😛
Honestly, I haven’t been writing as much as I’d thought I would cause I’ve been busy living. Weird, I know. But I actually went outside. And watched the stars. And roasted a marshmallow. And celebrated Canada Day by making weird edits of my brother. And road trips and walking barefoot at 12 am seeing fireworks and all that summer stuff that has got to be some of the most foreign things to be experienced. But they’re so worth it too.
And it’s kinda that Owl City song that goes “these are our times, this is our time to shine” because that’s the vibe I’m getting. It’s summer and I tried applying for a library job only to have my dad sigh because I wrote my creds in pencil when it shoulda be pen. it’s summer and I can hop into a gas station, buy a popsicle, and talk to the guy in front of me like we’ve known each other all out lives and didn’t just meet on the road. It’s summer and I sing Waving Through a Window out of a window, kinda sorta hoping someone did hear.
It’s summer and I laugh because of a friend.
It’s summer and I cry for the same reason.
It’s summer. It’s summer. It’s summer. And now I’m worried out of my head that I’m stealing a writing style, maybe two writing styles, when I swear I don’t mean to.
It’s summer and I have a crazy list of books to read.
It’s summer and I want to do hard things even though I don’t want to do hard things. I wanna see Hidden Figures.
It’s summer. It’s summer! Think of the possibilities!
But then I remember I haven’t commented on at least 5 posts from bloggers I really admire and then I haven’t updated that fanpage in like ever and I still have that dratted algebra intensive and so many things I promised I’d do and have to do and then I feel up a stump.
But y’know, maybe that’s okay. Because it all means that there’s so much life to be lived, and when you’re me or when you’re you, that’s really important. That’s so important.
I miss my sister. I miss a lot of people I wanted to see this summer but I can’t. I miss my gramps figure. I wish I got to know him better. I miss a lot of people for a lot of reasons. Would they be okay with me living happily without them? With living a chapter of my life with them not playing big roles in it? I hope so.
I really hope nobody minds that I’m like.. doing okay. I think they wouldn’t. I don’t know for sure.
My life is just one big mindtrip and I’m just stopping for the pit stop. It’s cheesy. It’s so self-centered too, and I wish it wasn’t. But that’s all I have for you today. No deep words (unless you count the semi-close ones at Sovereign Swag but). No great writing snippets. No cool plots. Just me. I hope I’m enough. Is that just me or?
But hey, maybe this July, we can be enough. 🙂
That would be enough.