Am I asleep?
Hi everyone,
So, my initial plan for this cold autumn night was to go to bed early. In fact, I closed up my job hunting shop in the basement and headed upstairs at about 9:45. Now THAT'S early!! I said goodnight to my, as Seventeen magazine often says, "rents" and was off to what I thought would be a long, much-needed slumber. Well... here we are at 11:40 PM and, unless my eyes deceive me, I am most definitely still awake. Humph! Kate called about an hour ago. I welcome any time she can fit a conversation with me into her busy senior year schedule (even though the modern technology of Email seems to suit us just fine!), so I was happy to stay awake for the duration of her drive to Cedar Rapids. Now, however, she has reached her destination and I remain as awake as a five year old on Christmas morning. Oh well... that's the give and take of true friendship :o)
So, back to the comment I made at the beginning of this babble about it being cold. Holy Mother of Moses!!! It's chilly out there! Granted, in comparison to how cold it will eventually be... this is nothing, but I'm sleeping in sweatpants and a hoodie and I'm still seeking warmth under a comforter and a cat or two. I'm not complaining, though. I'd choose to be cold over being hot anyday. Actually, I really like the feeling of waking up to a brisk morning. Like the kind of morning where you don't want to get out from under your blankets for fear of the impending chill. I like those mornings.
The thought of mornings like that make me really excited to have my own place. Often, my mind makes it's own movies about things I think about. In this movie, cleverly titled "A place of her own", I wake up on a leisurely Saturday September morning to a sliver of sunlight piercing through the drawn window treatments. It is, of course, one of those chilly mornings like I spoke of in the preceding paragraph and I am hesitant to crawl out from under my neutral colored duvet. The phone rings. I answer it, in a groggy first speech of the morning tone I imagine, and carry on a light hearted conversation (still under the covers) to the voice on the other end... who is, inevitably, my mother calling to make sure I took care of the most recent cell phone bill or to remind me to fill up my tank while the gas is still cheaper than usual. After talking for far to long (like mother like daughter), I flip on the TV with the remote that sits atop my nightstand next to the photography montage of Choir Tour 2004 and slowly make my way into the chill. It's cold... but I like it. While attempting to put up my out of control hair, I slip on the hoodie that rests on the corner of the open underwear drawer (Hey, this is still my house.... you didn't think it would be too clean did you?) and make my way to the kitchen for some coffee. Actually, it's a bottled Frappacino from the fridge... but since it's my movie... I'm going to call it "coffee" ;) Anyway... I think the director of this indie-film yelled "CUT" right about when the main character finished her Iced Mocha from a bottle and decided to clean the bathroom while blaring Harry Connick Jr from her living room CD player. Ah, the life!
Alright folks. I think that I have sufficiently put off this whole sleep thing. If I try again right now, I'm still about an hour earlier than what I've been averaging lately and that's still good in my book! I hope you all have a great weekend.... although I have a sneaking suspicion I'll talk to you soon!
Faith, Hope and Love,
Tempa
RANDOM THOUGHTS:
I find it comical that both presidential candidates have an extreme resemblance to animals. One is a monkey, the other is a horse. Wouldn't this race be just as good with a tortoise and a hare?

