Tomorrow (Monday) is knitting/swimming club. I am going to be knitting a Ravenclaw tie for Tuesday night.
Tuesday is Eclipse. We are going to the midnight showing dressed up as Harry Potter characters. I am alternate reality Hermione who turned out to be a Ravenclaw.
Wednesday, I will be partying with my Ranger unit at the beach.
Thursday is the birthday of this great nation and I'm volunteering at a huge event because for some reason people like to celebrate this one time when a bunch of balding men got together, signed a document and were like, "Yeah, that's right Britain. We don't want you either."
Friday, I'm hosting book club. Looking For Alaska. Needless to say I am beyond excited. Forcing my friends to read my favourite books under the guise of a book club is genius.
Saturday, I'm going to a tea party that is something of a sequel to my wildly successful murder mystery birthday party.
Should I be happy about these opportunities for socializing? Because I feel like I already need a break and I can say that because none of my friends read my blog (not that I wouldn't say that if they were reading. God, I'm such a bitch.). Moody tangent time...
My blog is the part of me that's optional, you know? If you invite me to your house, you get all of this nonsense that is my person but my blogging habits are different in that I don't force my blog on anyone. You have to want it. So lately I've been feeling a little hurt by that because not everyone wants to go that extra mile to get to know me. I'm getting over it. Hey, I'm a writer, we need to be wounded and suffering or else there's nothing to fuel our work. now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go write some super emotional poetry.
What I am trying to say is thank you for reading this. It means a whole lot to me that you care, even if I didn't say a whole lot of interest today. And I stand by what I once said about how the most romantic thing in the world, ever, would be a guy who stayed up all night reading my blog posts. *sigh*