Musings of a Monday

This weekend I went home for Easter. I slept a lot, saw my wonderful family, and realized a couple things. First, my brother and I use the same deodorant. (Of course, if you are one of the whopping 19 people that follow me on twitter then you already knew that). But really, what are the odds of us being miles apart, going to the store, sniffing through every single scent possible, and we both pick the same exact one? Anyway, next thing I realized, Steel Magnolias makes me cry. For the record, I don't cry much at movies. I mean I might tear up here and there, but I'm pretty sure the only other movie where I actually bawled was My Dog Skip. That movie was traumatizing.

Next revelation is that I keep to myself more than I ever realized. Not in a bad way, I just spend a lot of time with myself. I'm not sure why it took me forever to figure that out, but it did. But like I said, this isn't a bad thing. It's just weird that me, people lover of the year, finds company writing to you on a Monday night while I eat my second peanut butter and jelly sandwich I've had today. I actually think it's pretty incredible. A year ago, I don't think I would have been okay with knowing I'm not gonna hang out with my friends 24/7. In fact, it would have terrified me. I even struggled with learning to eat by myself. Not because I'm massively needy, just because I love people. However, I have become so okay with grabbing dinner and sitting outside with just me and God and sometimes Coldplay. (Their songs that is, not like the real guys...maybe next year.)

Anyway, my last thing about my weekend is that I lost my toothbrush.

Now I'm back at good ole college, sitting in the lovely sunshine watching some birds attack each other. I'm contemplating if I should move (I'm not a big fan of birds). I'm not going to, but the girl sitting at the table next to me did. I think I was chewing my Chex Mix a little loud.