Tea time.

It's tea time. Something that's supposed to put me to sleep. It has peppermint in it and is absolutely wonderful. It may as well be called warmed up peppermint milk because there's so much of it. But thats how I had when I was little, with honey of course, so naturally that's the best way to enjoy it until forever. This is my favourite time of the day, the only time I can really think clearly at all. Its past 1 am and the entire house has gone to bed. It's just me and an empty house and my music. I can do pretty much whatever I want and completely decompress. It's so awfully strange and perfect all at the same time. During the day I have this need to be constantly stimulated by television, music, chores and the internet (all at the same time). I will find myself trying to listen to a song and watch tv at the same time and realize that I'm almost torturing my nervous system.

My sister's coming home tomorrow. I get to pick her up at the train station. She's a year younger than me but older in every way other than chronologically. She was always the first to do everything, skate on a team, go to prom, have a boyfriend, move away. She's brave like that. I envy it. Plus shes taller so everyone assumes she's older anwyays. We're going out this weekend cause she's going through some drama. I just hope I don't have to get dressed up. I'd much rather wear my converses and polka dots, climb on a makeshift stage and jump around like the reckless kid I pretend to be. Emilee would much rather put on the heels and have a cosmo. Not I sir, give me a pint of guinness and a pub with live music and I'm set for life. I find clubs annoying as hell. I'd gladly never go again. The whole thing is just raunchy and fake. I just get the icky feeling that everyone goes to be seen, not to have fun. And I'd like to shake the underagers. Let's go someplace where we can all just jump around like losers to weird old music the cool kids hate. Please?

Storytime:
On my way to the university I was driving in the middle of nowhere like I do everyday. The sun was shinning, obviously it was a beautiful day. All of a sudden the car ahead of me slows down. That's strange, I thought, he's not following anything.... JUST THEN A HUGE TERADACTYLE BIRD SWOOPS IN FRONT OF THE CAR. The thing was massive and almost got hit. It was literally the size of a ten year old child with the wingspan. As Abbee would say, just like a bat out of hell. I think it was a turkey vulture or something for sure. I just sat in my car slightly stunned, kinda shrugged and thought about how weirder things have happened. Which is strange in itself because normally I'd scream. It must have been a very zen day. One time when I was driving home from work in the dark I saw a wolf by the side of the road. No one believed me though, they said it was a dog. That was no dog my friends. Coyote, maybe. But not dog. That time I did kinda scream. Screaming by yourself is a very strange thing because you realize that it's pointless and no one can hear you. So, you kinda stop halfway through and then you're just happy that no one heard your pathetic half scream.

This is for my lovely friend who asked me to write something for her morning tea ritual. My love, in a way we just had tea together as I just finished my last sip of sweet milky peppermint. lol Have a fantastic day and goodluck on that exam! You'll do fine so no sweat okay? I am dead tired though, I hope this was somewhat satisfying. I'm a tad delirious so i appologize for any incohesiveness. It's me afterall.

Much love