Ah, the blogging mood. Sometimes it hits me, and sometimes it misses for months at a time. I decided I was going to try again, and we’ll see how long this one lasts. It’s always nice to be able to think that someone, somewhere might be reading my thoughts and opinions.

 A brief summary of myself, which will be posted somewhere else at a later date:

I’m amazing. I turned 18 just yesterday, and am a writer to the deepest core of my being. I love journaling, journalism, and fashion, and I have an unhealthy addiction to handags. I’m a drinker of tea and a muncher of carbs, and I tend to not eat meat on any occassion. I’m a girl wandering in the world of adulthood worries and dilemnias, but on the outside looking in, blissfully ignorant of financial woes and real pressures. I’m constantly in a battle against myself to maintain my own happiness, and am have received the Grace of God through my salvation.

That’s pretty much me, Lauren, but you may call me Ms. Fabulous.

So today was the day after. The day after my birthday. Having a birthday is like living on a cloud of a day – you’re not really expected to productive, everyone fawns over you all day, and you get basically whatever you want. I had a great birthday, and had a great time at my birthday party…but today was the after effect. My mother made me clean more than I usually have to on a Saturday, and I was pressured into being the best Lauren I can be and not argue in any way, shape, or form. It was almost as if my parents were trying to punish me for taking advantage of the situation they placed me in. Oh well.

But anyways, I also had a first for me today – I went out of town, without my parents, and drove myself. Joplin is a lot bigger than you expect it to be, and I got lost a few times. I went to The Foundry, and of course it’s like one of the biggest venues I’ve ever been to see a concert. The concert I went to, unfortunately, was of some sort of…I don’t know, hardcore extravagenza? A few of my friends are in a band called A Sleepless Legacy, and they were, out of the three bands I watched, the best in my opinion. Oh, and I got to hang out with James. Yay.

But the ride up was awesome. Kyle and I were listening to our old playlist of “Get Low” by Lil’ John and “Soccer Practice” by Johnny McGovern, jamming out to ridiculous songs that I’m pretty sure he and I were the only people to know all the words to back in the day. It was really cool to be able to still hang out with him, and be totally relaxed and carefree. It was like we just slipped back into the way we were two years ago effortlessly, but it’ll never be quite the same. There’s still that scar.

I need to pray for patience. He’ll come around.