magic number

Tonight I'm sleeping in my bed for one of the first times since May. I might have crashed in here once or twice between Boston and Los Angeles this summer, but for the most part I sleep on the couch at home because my room is so hot. My time at home has been limited since May of course because of Boston, and college.

My laptop battery is slowly dying because I forgot to lug the charger home with me. The reason I'm back at home on a Monday night is because I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow morning. Head cold? Stomach flu? No, I broke my wrist tumbling down the stairs at my dorm while running to get frozen yogurt. True story.

I had a whole thing planned for what I wanted to say, but typing in a dysfunctional arm splint (thanks ASU Health Center) isn't working out as well as planned. Maybe I'll skip the deep stuff and just say that my roommate brought home flowers a few days ago in a really pretty vase. I decided the vase was the perfect home for a fish, and planned on buying one as soon as the flowers died. Well, today I took out the flowers & realized that the bowl is way too small for a fish, so I hung the flowers upside down to dry & filled the bowl with candy.

That has nothing to do with what I'm actually trying to say. What I want to say is that I've learned (the hard way, as usual) that age truly is just a number. You may be surprised at what someone older, or younger, is capable of. For instance, maturity is impossible to gauge due to age. A 27 year old "man" might be just as -or more- immature than an 18 year old boy. and that 18 year old college boy might have a lot more going for him than the 27 year old without a house, car, or a real job. That's just a theory though.

Overall, I have some really great friends and a really cute tiny puppy that likes to snuggle, so I don't need either of those hypothetical immature boys. And I'm going to have to say that as long as the doctor takes off this stupid splint and replaces it with a real cast tomorrow, my life is pretty much perfect.

cheers,

lauren