Sequence & Milk

I hate Hairspray. Not the actual product, oh no, I live for that. The musical. I don't know why, I just can't really stand it. If I'm ever offered the chance to audition for it, sure I will, but overall, I just don't know if I would be able to handle all the...uppitness of it. Anyway, that's not the point of the story.

I'm positive that my neighbors think I'm crazy. My windows are usually always opened. It's something I can't really help, I like the sunlight, but it's not a smart thing to do. Long story short, I was rocking out to Hairspray this morning while getting ready. Why...? No clue. Off moment in my life maybe. I feel that my neighbors next door think I'm nuts. I suppose it's my fault for leaving the windows open while my room looks out over the windows next door. Oh well.

I saw a milk commercial today with cows racing. Here's how it goes: The female cows are so jazzed about racing each other to the finish line, it's pretty much all they talk about, then-out of no where, sidetracked: by dandelions. This is my life.

In one hour I-70 will be mine. Nothing but the road, my ipod, and me. I can't wait. Something about driving by myself is just absolutely soothing. If gas prices weren't so high I would drive around like I used to. It's something that I miss a lot these days. Sidenote: Dance recital is this weekend. SO exciting. There are very few things that I love more than dance recitals...well, I take that back; there are many things that I love more, but there are few things that are as equal to my love of dance recitals. Does that make sense??? Hope so. Not looking forward to: stage moms. I hate nothing more in this world than stage moms. That is the truth. There is nothing equally as bad as stage mothers. Honest.

I'm off. Here I come I-70.

My blogs have become consistently worse and worse as well as more and more like a teenage diary. Something exciting needs to happen. Like dandelions. I need more dandelions in my life.