My Lamp is on. In the middle of the day.

It's the most wonderful of days.

I'm just here sitting in my underwear and a long sleeve shirt, blasting Lana Del Rey, and writing. The rain is pounding, thunder can still be heard over my music, and my tea is cooling.

I played in the rain with my dog for twenty minutes. I jumped in puddles in my bare feet. I waved to my neighbors as they looked at me like I was insane, which I might have been, at least for a couple minutes. But the good kind of insane. The kind that makes everything fade away and all that matters is whatever is right there in front of you.

I finally get the whole metaphor with water and rain and the idea of rebirth. Because rain does that to a person. It washes away who you are. The good parts and the bad. It doesn't care you past or your future, it just puts you right there in the moment, leaving it up to you to decide who you want to be.

And then you are free. Free to dance in the rain. Or cry in the rain. Or smile in the rain. Or sit in the rain. Or learn from the rain. Or hide from the rain. Or let the rain hide you.

The harder the rain pours, the freer you are.

And today, the rain is falling the hardest it's fallen in awhile.

Summer Baby!

I'm an Extrovert.

But this summer is turning me into and Introvert.

And it's the worst.

Challenges.

There is no greater challenge than putting away the dishes in somebody else's house.

No. Greater. Challenge.

Especially while children are sleeping.

Mom? MOM!

I should probably dedicate this post to my mother. I should probably do that.

I should probably do that seeing as it's a National day. Turns out Mother's Day is not just one of those holidays that only people in Utah celebrate like the 24th of July (Pioneer Day) or Ash Wednesday. No. This holiday is huge. 

So here's this.

Happy Mother's Day Ma! Love you with all of my being.

But also. If on this day you do not have a mother to say those words to, or your mother is not there to hear everything you wish you could tell her, or whatever your personal reason is, just take a second and find someone else in this world that makes you a better person and thank them for doing that.

Mother's day isn't about being a literal "mother". A mother isn't only the person who gave birth to you, although I guess that is one definition. A mother is the one who teaches you, watches you, knows you, and loves you unconditionally no matter what she might know about you. *gulp*

So maybe your form of mother is a father, or an aunt, or a grandma, or a godparent, or a neighbor, or a cat. Who knows! It's up to you to decide. But whoever you decide it is, remember it's Mother's Day, so tell them you love them. 

And for those with two moms, well you might just be the luckiest ones out there. 

Count it! Count it all!

I just bought me a new harmonica! Or as the pros say, a new harp.
(Do the pros say that?)

Thus begins day three of my adventurous summer. It's going well thus far. However I am going to keep a tally, of the things I want most this summer.

0 Black Eyes (that's eyes. not guys. The phrase "I want a black eye" has been misinterpreted one too many times)

0 Bends on the harmonica (although with my new one in the mail, I have a feeling that is gong to change quickly)

0 Stories/Scripts written (but that is about to change. Come tomorrow my whole world will be productive)

0 Dollars made (So far. So far!)

1 set of 4 Pack abs

0 of a six pack

0 Miles run

0 Summer kisses under the stars and the moon (......it'll probably stay that way)

1 pack of skittles

6 hours of movies on netflix

I'm just going to stop there. If anything fantastic happens, I will blog about it! It will be tallied at the end of my blog, so there will be a story, blah blah blah and what not. Then at the end. There will be a tally mark!

For example:

4 plays of the song "Kiss You" by One Direction in a row today.

Good day my friends.

UPDATE**
6 now

*Giant Sigh*

It's my first day of summer!

Well actually yesterday was my first day of summer, but I spent the whole day packing and then getting hustled in bowling. Oh joy.

I'm home now. Home home. The Sandy home where the world is at my fingertips! I can have it all! I'm done with my freshman year of college and the opportunities are endless!

Well actually I've been home for three hours and I'm bored out of my EFFING MIND. It's only 7:44, and my body is used to going to bed around three, but there is nothing to do, but my body won't probably shut off till around three, so if anybody has any ideas of what I can do for the next seven hours (no I didn't have to count on my hands to get that number) then let me know!

I will literally take anything. I just need human slash social interaction. I'm used to having people in and out of my dorm room 24/7, or just going next door to see Maris and Lexie whenever I got bored. But now. NOW?!

I'm dying. Inside. And out.

But I'm going to blog. Every day. Or almost. Because I've got nothing else to do, huh? Except for run and try to get in shape, but who am I kidding? I'm going to eat skittles all day and blog, like I think I was born to do.

I am however proctoring AP tests next week, for money. I get to watch people suffer for money. Now that is what I think I was born to do.