Miss Desi's World

It was an absolutely GORGEOUS day today! I hated that I had to be inside for the vast majority of it with classes and everything. But I did manage to take a 3.5 mile walk after my American Literature class. So I didn't have to do my workout tape inside. Which was nice. I mean I enjoy my tape, but I was getting sick of doing the same routine over and over, though I've only been doing it for about a week...I get bored a little too easily!

Writing is coming along nicely, I am feeling really good about it. I am looking forward to posting Oscar's take on the "date night" by Friday at the latest. Originally I thought this was going to be Kaia's story, but as I have been developing it I am beginning to see that it is really Oscar's story. It is more about how he copes with everything. Kaia just shows us the idol that she thinks he is and Oscar attempts to be for her. I hope that makes sense.

Anyway, I am stoked for Valentine's Day. My plans for Cody are coming together beautifully and I can't wait to see his face when I surprise him with what I got for him! I'll explain more later, but I know he sometimes gets on here and reads so I don't want him to know what I am doing...love you babe!

*Miss Desi*

Listening to: "Want to" Sugarland
Mood: Content

I had a good cry last night. It was wonderful. I had been holding it in for a while. And I am sure there will be plenty more tears to come as I begin to work through everything that is bottled up inside. I've also decided after talking with my mom that it might be a good idea to begin counseling again. Mostly for grief, but I am hoping it can help with some other things I am trying to deal with as well. Since when did life become so difficult to live?

I think that is really just the way it is. In any case, my cry gave me an excellent piece or two of inspiration for a couple of stories. I plan on updating my Writer's Block a little later in the week, if I get time to write, which I am really hoping for. I hate just storing things in my head...I tend to forget bits and pieces that could be really important or little scenes that really breathe life into the text. But we shall see what happens.

To me, this story idea is begging to be written, it wants to tear my heart out and the heart of those who read it. And I want to write it, I feel like I have to write it in order to hold on to something, in order keep the memory slices in tact, forever. I feel like this is the story I am supposed to write right now. And the other ones that want to be told seem fairly content with waiting in the wings for the time being.

*Miss Desi*

Listening to: "White Horse" Taylor Swift
Mood: Chill