People have told me my kind of writing is interesting and great. I have always thought of it that they are just being nice, but I had a secret dream to write a story. I think the only story that I can write it will have to be from a first person perspective. It has to be something a lot like this journal. I feel like that is the only way that my writing will be at least that tad bit interesting. I keep trying to dabble in writing something. I have some neat story-lines though they lack certain mystery and professionalism. I think that while I had said that those who read my blog entries and said they were the best they ever read as being kind, I let their words inflate a dream of writing a story. I almost wish I could write a story and have it published to make money. Then some of my worries would be lessened.
Tonight is nothing special. I am tired after working as a housekeeper. Who knew how hard it is to keep the rooms clean. I had to make a separate trip to town when my friend called and asked a favor. Of course I jumped to help. I broke my own personal speeding limit and drove 70 to 80 mph to get to town before the banks closed. I was there with five minutes to spare. I was even there before my friend. Being the kind person that I am, I went in to have the work started till my friend got there five minutes later. It was good that the teller is someone that both of us know. At least she wasn't held too many minutes past the time that the bank was supposed to close.
I think I started to brag a little. My pride of being such a kind person to waste my gas to deliver something that my friend forgot, might be a downfall since really if I was the best person I wouldn’t be speaking of the favor this way.
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One last thought though that I wanted to discuss and I keep putting it off. Tomorrow I’m going downstate for a cousins wedding. I’m nervous as ever. I shouldn’t be. I've been telling everyone I’m going because I think I’ve put some hype with the fact that I’m going to a wedding. However, that isn’t the only reason why I’m nervous. I’m scared shitless of crowds and I know that there is going to be a lot of people that I don’t know. I can only pray that there is going to be someone that is cute, single, and interested in me. I also am hoping for an open bar. Frankly, any bride that tries to have a dry reception is crazy in my books. The only thing that makes these celebrations manageable is the free drinks that come. At least I’m going to feel a little better because of what I’m wearing. That is always a major thing for me. It's not that I'm fashionable or snobbish but if I feel like my clothes blend in then that is one thing I am confident for. This is all sounding bad though. The wedding is supposed to be a celebration of two peoples commitment and happiness and I can only think of the bar. Hopeless....
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