late night ramblings

I’m feeling surprising nostalgic tonight. I’m not sure what brought it on. Was it my joking facebook status?

"9:30 on a Friday night, I’m on facebook and reading... 10 years ago I used to go to parties... ok not really, 10 years ago I was on the internet and reading on my Friday nights. sigh"

Was it reading a book that is written about a thousand times better then I could ever write? Or is it the fact that the main character’s life mirrored my own to a freakish amount?

Save one fact, the character in the book is WAY smarter then me. And cooler too. Seriously.

Annoying because the author has to be smarter then their characters otherwise it’s just a superficial statement, of my character is smart, but I’m not going to back it up with any support other then the fact that I have other characters saying she/he is smart.

Was it reading a book that is written about a thousand times better then I could ever write? Or is it the fact that the main character’s life mirrored my own to a freakish amount?

Save one fact, the character in the book is WAY smarter then me. And cooler too. Seriously.

Annoying because the author has to be smarter then their characters otherwise it’s just a superficial statement, of my character is smart, but I’m not going to back it up with any support other then the fact that I have other characters saying she/he is smart.

John Green reminds me three times a week what a smarty pants he is. And now Megan McCafferty is showing off her brain power too.

On an unrelated note, I remember my dreams.

I remember some dreams better then I remember my actually memories.

I remember talking about Confucius in my middle school gym class, which is NOT something that happened in real life at all.

I don’t remember much of college through.

Get your minds out of the gutter, it has nothing to do with drinking or illegal or immoral activities- It didn’t do any of that stuff, hence why I don’t think I have any memories.

I have a great life. I really do. I’ve been it amazing places, Hawaii, St Thomas, Italy, various places in Mexico and the Caribbean different parts of the US and to Canada <--- that one is nothing to brag about. Still my point is, all the places I’ve gone, and all the things I’ve seen and my favorite place is my bed.

My bed.

I have 1200 thread count sheets, a wooden black 4 post bed that didn’t fit up the stairs and the most comfy comforter in the world. My favorite thing to do is to plop Zoey on it, watch her bounce, read to her and play with her. Prior to Zoey’s birth my bed was still my favorite place.

So did I miss out on opportunities? Nope. I don’t think so.

Am I a little envious of people who go out and play with their friends every weekend. Sure.

But right now, I’m lying in bed, I just beat Peggle and I’m feeling nostalgic and I thought I’d share.

Sort of a mish mosh of random thoughts .

Congrats to Mo and Alicia who reached the NaNoWriMo goals of 50K.

Good night all and to all a good night.