my blog isn't scary

There's ocean and seaweed and surf. Greyness and blueness and wet sandness. And foam rushing forward from the water, up and up the beach. I run away from it, screaming and laughing and grabbing the hem of my blue shorts like it's the only thing that will save me.

Those were memories. I was six or so, at the Oregon Coast. I really, really want to go back. I have pictures of it too, of me running away from the surf.

I keep up my writing on my Morning Pages. It takes a lot of emotional and physical and mental energy, working through all the drama that's going on, longhand. But I'm glad I'm writing them because it helps me figure things out.

Leanne read Twilight and really liked it. I'm still not sure if I'm going to read it. Eddie and Bellie are weirdos. I like vampires though, I love vampires, at least Scott's vampires. (Yay Scott! You could totally take down Stephanie Meyer!) Especially because they drink coffee instead of blood. I know the feeling... sometimes I wonder if deep down I am a vampire too and don't know it. Me + Espresso = GRRAWRR.

I am very happy, and my blog is not scary.

Love,
me.