Day 51- Launching Pad

Howdy!

   
          Well it would appear that Texas is attempting to have a spring. You know spring? That season that most places tend to have. I appreciate the effort Texas because it has been really nice. For my roomie's birthday (Shannon), which is today, her mom got us a patio set for our porch and it has been a real treat to use. On a side note HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BEAUTIFUL ROOMMATE (LIKE FOR THE THIRD TIME) And also thanks Shannon's mom for getting a patio set...because for real I love it. Anyway after my carefully planned out spring break posts I've been fairly uninspired as to what memories I want to write about next. Which is lame but hey it happens.

     Well I suppose when I let my brain loose to ponder things, something always tends to just spring up out of nowhere. It's funny how that works. Because my brain seriously just got inspired in less than 15 seconds after writing a paragraph about how uninspired I was. Perhaps my brain got offended that I called it out. (I wish it worked like that all the time)

Memory #51

      I suppose when I refer to memories they're not always going to be one specific moment, I should have probably specified that before I started this blog. I wonder if people expect a story with a thrilling climax and a heartwarming endearing ending. Which is unrealistic. To have 365 unique and individual memories of someone? How incredible that would be if we had a brain that could call up such specifics, but alas we do not. Wow I just got really distracted- Anyways in case you haven't heard I will be working at camp this summer! While I'm really excited I'm also incredibly nervous because out of the 200 something people that work there I know three people. Apparently a big portion of them are from A&M so the other day a girl posted that they were having a Cho-Yeh dinner together, and while I already had plans I know there was no way in heck I was going to go. I'm pretty awkward in those situations, like not even funny awkward just straight up uncomfortable. I can't handle it. 

         This has not been a new thing that has evolved over the years, oh no I've been this way since like 5th grade or whenever parents stopped arranging you to hang out with friends. I remember that whenever my mom would drop me off somewhere for the first time (Or even like the 10th time) I would just be a ball of anxiety. I mean school, church, anywhere. I would just be super anxious. So sometimes I would sit in the car, after we had arrived, and make my mom sit there with me watching the door until I saw someone I knew and liked to leave the car. It was kind of ridiculous. (I know I'm not the only one who did this) but my mom would just shake her head, put the car into park, and just chill with me until I was ready to launch myself into the sociable world. (Which took way longer than it should have) 

Love Always,

Awkward Erin