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Author's Chapter Notes:

1) It's been over six months since I updated this if you all can believe it, but it's Pam's birthday so I thought an update was in order!

2) March 25 was also on a Wednesday in 1998

3) I researched March Madness for this fic. I'm not a basketball person so my knowledge ends here haha! 

Edit: I thought it was Wednesday. Apparently it's Thursday? I think it's funny so I'm keeping this in :'D

Today is my birthday! I’m officially 19 which you know what that means?? Basically nothing exciting, but I only have one year left of being a teenager. Personally? I’m BEYOND thrilled. It’s totally the worst being a teenager. I want to be an adult so I can do adult things like go to bars or go out with my BOYFRIEND to get drinks or go to New York City and drink wine in Central Park or something. Maybe that’s illegal? Maybe I should find non-alcoholic activities to do when I’m in my twenties. 


Do people even like their twenties? All the upperclassmen here seem totally miserable all the time. They look like death half the time. I’m already worried about what being an upperclassman will do to my spirit and haven’t even finished my first year. 


Jim thinks being an upperclassman would be cool. UHM wait. So the other day he casually brings up marriage. Not like, asking me to marry him right now, but just my general stance on it. It was interesting...and by interesting I mean I kept it cool until I got back to my dorm room and was alone before I completely melted into a gooey pile of giddiness. 


It definitely is the worst thing ever that my birthday is on a Wednesday this year. It’s like when Jim’s birthday was in the middle of the week. It makes it so hard to do anything fun. He is taking me out for dinner later so that will be nice! We’re going to a seafood restaurant and watching the March Madness rerun from Sunday. I’m not really into basketball, but I thought it would be memorable. Kentucky is apparently doing really well and that’s who most people think will win overall, but my money is on North Carolina. Maybe it’s because I like the coast better than Kentucky. I mean...it’s Kentucky. Midwest? South? Both? I don’t know. I’m not a history major for a reason. Jim seems to be really into it though. We couldn’t watch the game on Sunday because we were...preoccupied. Then Monday and yesterday were full of midterms prep. Today is the first real break I’ve had in a bit. Aside from Spring Break that is.


Oh! I didn’t even write about Spring Break in here! We went to Florida with some friends and were all MTV on the beach. It was seriously so totally fun and my hair frizzed out like you wouldn’t even believe.


It was the absolute worst to tame, but the humidity did it’s thing and I was in Florida while Pennsylvania had a snowstorm. Jim and I had the best time. I taught him how to surf. Or kind of how to surf, more like skimming the surface where the water barely meets the sand. Okay so it wasn’t as cool as I thought it was. Oh boy, now I’m cringing at the memory. 


One night there was disco bowling. I know, weird sounding, but I have a new appreciation for 70’s music, weird dance moves, and bowling in the dark. The friends we went with ended up hooking up with people throughout the week so we didn’t see much of them, but it just made our time together a little spicier if I’m being honest. It was nice just to focus on ourselves without school interfering. It’s been so long since we could do that anyway.


So as I sit here writing this, it’s raining, kind of cold, and reminds me of those moody actresses I see on TV sometimes. You know the ones wearing all black and seem to have an attitude problem? I feel like I get them right now. Mom has been yelling at me for wearing so much black colored clothing lately. I’m like, jeez mom, lay off please. Shocking, she didn’t like the tone. Whatever. 


I feel like I’m going through something right now. I’m sure you can tell. I just feel so much more moody and attitude-y and it’s like this whole other side I’m just discovering of myself lately. 


In fact, it’s come out in my art. Mrs. Robertson commented that my artwork looked darker lately. Thanks, it matches my soul. Okay, now I’m really being dramatic. BUT REALLY. Life feels darker but not in a world-ending, soul-crushing way, more in a I think I’m growing up and things feel grayer. 


I asked Jim if he saw the world this way too and he didn’t understand what I was talking about. Maybe it means I need to run as much as him and get my endolphins up. I mean endorphins. Whatever they’re called. 


See? I still have Florida on my mind!


Anyway, Jim will be here soon for seafood and basketball reruns. Here’s hoping 19 is a good year.

Chapter End Notes:
Will this be updated next week? Next month? Six more months? I never know, but thanks for reading!

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