I woke up at home today.

For over a year I wrote every single night. I would write where I woke up that morning, and whatever struck me as memorable from that day. I was really afraid that I would forget a day. Memorable things happen every day, but there is no way to remember them. And I was afraid that if I didn’t remember at least something from everyday, then that day was a waste. So I made myself remember by writing each day. It was never much. A few sentences at most. But man, it was fun to go back and look. To remember the little things about each day that I would have forgotten, no doubt.

Then a few knocks on the door and a police search pretty much flipped my world upside down. A whirlwind of secrets were exposed, and my life became a mess. And for some reason I stopped writing every day. I have tried to start a few times since then, and have gone a month or two at different times. But I was never able to make it last. I wish I would. I loved being able to think about each day and decide what was worth remembering and reminiscing. So, since it’s actually no longer August 5^th, I am going to pretend I wrote this an hour ago. And since I don’t really have anything to write about, I am going to reuse my old habits. Readers, all three of you, this will certainly not be of much interest to you, but someday I will reread this and remember august 5^th fondly.

Today I woke up at home, to a phone call from my momma, and a text from Heather, Travis, and Max. I had lunch with Travis at subway. We talked about his nephew who started doing meth. He wished he could help his nephew. I left and he got off work early so I went back. We had coffee with my dad at star bucks, I got a strawberries and crème frap. Then we smashed with max. It was wonderful J his car is so so broken though, which was so so sad. We took the back mountain roads, and it started to rain. It was so pretty though. Conversation about guard rails on uphills, and about T’s half brother in law’s death. Then we had dinner and a conversation about us, and what will happen when I leave, and about him wanting to weld. I will miss him, it was a really nice conversation. Then I came home, saw my financial aid from western, had a sad conversation with my roommate, talked to Jon and Toby, and watched TV. It was a really nice day with Travis, but a very sad day as well. Now I am sleepy.

I always handwrote my daily memories, and I never ever wrote as much as I just did. But typing is faster I suppose. I have to be up early. So goodnight blogworld.