Behind these hazel eyes.

I'm not even sure I want to write, but I feel as though I should. I've been working so much lately that most of the time I'm too exhausted to do anything when I get home but crawl into bed. I feel refreshed for the first time in two weeks because I was able to sleep in 'til 11 today. The little excitements, right?

Seif and I haven't spoken since his little comment about me being too much drama. I don't buy it, and I don't particularly care, since I think I'm probably the least dramatic 23 year old I know. My life is quite predictable, actually. Go to work, come home, hang out with my family, repeat. There's very little that happens out of the ordinary. It bugs me that he used an excuse like that, but then again, I guess it's been determined that I'm not a great judge of character.

I've been a bit lonely lately, but nothing major. Every now and then it's just this little nagging feeling. Most of the time I'm too busy to do anything but ignore it, but sometimes, when I'm alone at night reading, I think about how nice it would be to have someone next to me. It's a bit of a catch-22 for me, though. I have the distinct feeling that if I were in a relationship, I'd feel trapped. I'm sort of a handful when it comes to love because I want the best of it all and I'm not totally convinced it's out there. I'm not big on compromise (shocking).

I love being back at the bookstore because it inspires so much in me. I truly love everyone I work with and their personalities bring out something different in me everyday. I've always had this dream of opening up a coffee shop/bookstore where people could just sit and read and enjoy some java. I don't know the first thing about running a business, but I do know there is nothing better in this world than the written word and the smell of freshly brewed coffee.

Other than all of this, I've been trying to plan some college trips for Jules so we can get some visits done before the snow starts coming down, which is hard with three jobs and no time. I'm still working on the end of September, so we'll see. I'd really love to see Les and Whit so I can hear about what's going on in their lives (read: you two could start your own blogs so I could stalk you in return). Then, of course, the yearly trip to Vermont with all the women in my family is coming up at the end of October, and Dad's 50th birthday is two weeks into November. So much to do, so little time.

On that note, I'm going to enjoy the delicious iced coffee that was waiting for me when I woke up, read a little bit, and then head into work. I don't even care that I don't have a day off for another nine days. The sun is shining, Jules is here, and I finally got more than 5 hours of sleep. Life is good.