I only see in shades of grey.

So here I sit, typing by the light of the lamp in my bathroom because I am so considerate at 1:15 in the morning and don’t want to disturb the cat that has taken over my bed by turning on the light. I believe she senses the eminence of my departure and therefore feels comfortable to lay where she pleases. Recently, it has been my pillow space.

That is how I am explaining my being up this late. It’s either that or admitting the number of Dr. Peppers I drank today (two; I’m cutting back). There isn’t anything I can do about it now, so I go back to what I always do when I’m this late and write. I don’t feel like grabbing the pen and my journal, so I neglect it for tonight and reach for my laptop because I feel this blog isn’t updated with as much frequency as I had intended when I first started.

I’m rambling. I should probably do this update right.

Sunday was my eighteenth birthday. Nothing too terribly exciting. Spent the day with my family and the boyfriend, nothing much to tell. I did have a very delicious Oreo cake though. Yummy. Can you tell the reality of turning eighteen hasn’t hit me yet? (So-called)Important things never really hit me as I experience them, they tend to slowly seep in for me to realize much much later. Good thing? Bad thing? Or nothing at all.

Yeah. We’ll go with that.

I feel like I’m starting this countdown a little late: eight more days until I leave for Oglethorpe. I probably should have started this in June? Oh well.

Believe me, I am excited, I just need to stop blogging in the early morning hours after I spend my night watching Star Wars on Spike and discovering that episodes of My So-Called Life are on Hulu. Waste of time? I think not. Bad for display of human emotions? I think so.

I suppose I will do a more convincing job of relaying of the excitement and anticipation I feel about finally going to college at a later date and more convenient time of the day.

I should kick the cat out of the bed and get some sleep. Expect me to update more often.