In life we all have the daily routines that keep us going in our own little vanilla worlds. And though I too have rituals which I stick to, once again it can be seen I am not normal.
I am a weird mixture of organized and pathological laziness, and so I have some regimens that I use occasionally and some I use religiously.
During the summer I go to mass and pray the rosary every day. And during the school year I listen to audio books, attend theatre rehearsals, and facebook my friends before doing homework.
I enjoy the structure of having certain activities to depend on mixed with breaks in between reserved for unplanned adventures. But when I do not get to do these things I just don’t feel right or content.
If say, I haven’t read some of the novel I am reading that week I will be distracted and sad because I want to know what happens next, and I haven’t gotten to escape to a foreign land that day.
If I am about to go to bed I know I will not sleep unless my closet is completely closed and I am safely under the blankets. Because secretly I still think there are monsters under my bed.
Or if I didn’t write about something completely boring in my life that no one cares about but me, I just couldn’t call myself Maggie Baine, the Rainbowland Queen.
Friday, September 3, 2010
Thursday, September 2, 2010
In Which I Gush about Boys
Dear reader, this may come as a shock to you. But I, the dreamy Maggie Baine, who has so long been on the frutile search for a Prince Charming surrounded by frogs, have found a nice guy who I am now (hold your breath here) DATING!
I have been called many things in my time. Jesus freak, nerdfighter, naive, obnoxious. But never have I had a guy call me his girlfriend. At least not in a real or committed relationship. I get the wiggins just thinking about it, and yet I also get extremely happy. The floaty butterfly sort of happy where you could find out the most depressing news in the world and be like, "That's okay."
We have been friends for a year, so actually owning up and admitting I liked him was a huge step in it's own right. But now we're dating...
I keep saying the words over and over again because it is unreal. Boyfriend. Girlfriend. Dating. Relationship. And the best part of it all is that hes FANTASTIC. His name is Adelbert, yes Adelbert. Because his family is German and Germans name their children things like Adelbert.
He is Catholic, funny, adorable, sweet, polite, and is friends with anyone. But most of all he knows exactly how crazy I am only for some reason he still likes me.
Don't worry readers, he is also a gentleman and lives chastely like me. But I'll keep an eye on him anyway.
; )
I have been called many things in my time. Jesus freak, nerdfighter, naive, obnoxious. But never have I had a guy call me his girlfriend. At least not in a real or committed relationship. I get the wiggins just thinking about it, and yet I also get extremely happy. The floaty butterfly sort of happy where you could find out the most depressing news in the world and be like, "That's okay."
We have been friends for a year, so actually owning up and admitting I liked him was a huge step in it's own right. But now we're dating...
I keep saying the words over and over again because it is unreal. Boyfriend. Girlfriend. Dating. Relationship. And the best part of it all is that hes FANTASTIC. His name is Adelbert, yes Adelbert. Because his family is German and Germans name their children things like Adelbert.
He is Catholic, funny, adorable, sweet, polite, and is friends with anyone. But most of all he knows exactly how crazy I am only for some reason he still likes me.
Don't worry readers, he is also a gentleman and lives chastely like me. But I'll keep an eye on him anyway.
; )
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