the last night

I love mornings.


My favorite part about them is the way the sun shines in my room, illuminating my walls. Making it so easy to comfortably wake up. But this morning was different. I woke up to rain. My room was gray, which was good for a change, because with school coming up quickly and so many things on my mind, I just need to relax.





Tonight is the last night of summer. Then Wednesday comes and it becomes a "school night"... Where you have to fall asleep early or you know your next day at school will be hard to get through. That never happens; falling asleep early. I either get caught up in a book, get a phone call, or I just end up laying there staring at my ceiling, listening to the hum of my fan.





mmm...hot tea...tastes so good.





This is going to be my senior year. Which is sort of overrated, I think... Being considered the "top dogs". Everyone asks if I'm ready for it.. what is there to be ready for? Going through the same halls I've been walking through for three years now? Seeing the same people I've been seeing for years now? I guess there is the whole senior paper that I have to "be ready for", but then again, it's just a paper. Just a lot of analytical words that I have to think up and write down. I guess it is my last year in those halls, and hopefully my last year seeing those people that I've been seeing, but I'm still not too worried.


I am, however, doing concurrent enrollment (aka: early entry). Since I've only taken the ACT once, and didn't score high enough to get into OU, I'm going to a community college. I do not mind AT ALL. I mean, it's basically twenty times cheaper. It's a whole new building, all new classes, but still, I'm not too worried.



I just tuned my tv from Ellen to Gilmore Girls. Here I am, on my couch eating breakfast and watching Gilmore Girls. Just like I did the past week with my best friend's little sister, Lulu. Every morning, Charlotte had to leave around 7:00 for school, leaving me and her sister at home with their mom. I'd wake up around nine, brush my teeth, go downstairs and sit next to Lulu on the couch and we'd both read until our breakfast came. Our breakfast didn't just appear from no where, of course. Patty, my second mom, always came in to ask our breakfast requests and which tea we preferred. Our food came quickly and we'd enjoy an episode of Gilmore Girls, then go on with our days.

I have no plans tonight besides driving aimlessly with Mariah in her beautiful yellow bug. I'm perfectly content with that. Actually, I'd rather do that than most anything else.