don't make this inappropriate, people.

I love closeness. I love being pressed against another person. Granted, I retract that statement when I’m on a bus or a subway and someone is taking up my breathing room. But, as a general rule, I like being touched. Let’s not get dirty, here. Likewise, I want to touch everything. I like textures and the different feel of things. I like physical contact. If you look like you have nice, touchable hair or elbows or eyelashes, even, I’m gonna want to go for it. I won't, though. I try to respect personal space boundaries. But if I could, I would touch everyone. So when we’re squished together in the backseat of your car or you flop down beside me on the couch, I really don't mind.

maybe I'm anemic.

I've been exhausted all week. Why, you ask? I have no freaking idea. Really. I haven't done anything out of the ordinary. I haven't really done any strenuous exercise. So why, why, why am I so tired?? My mom suggested I might be anemic. So, naturally, I'm going with that. Now I don't know the first thing about anemia or if my symptoms match up, but humans generally like to have excuses so anemia will be mine this time around. Really, I'd much rather have a disease than be accurately diagnosed as a sloth- wouldn't you?
Moving on.
Spring is coming. I can feel it. And I am excited.
Next thing you know it'll be summer and I'll never ever be inside except for when I need to take a stroll down those refrigerated aisles of Smith's to get away from the hot hot Utah heat. But I ain't afraid. Do your worst, Utah. I just want to be warm for good.

KEEP CALM.

Patience is not a virtue of mine. I have a habit of making very sudden, very irrational decisions at a moment's notice. There is never any warning, either. I just think about something, get an idea into my head, and have to do it. I have to. If I don't follow through with these ideas, I'll go insane. It's ridiculous. I am ridiculous. I just need to learn to take a time out. Keep calm and carry on.

I get carried away.

I want to always be outside. I hate being shut up in my apartment for hours on end. Restless Bekah Syndrome is in full swing. So is Disenchanted Syndrome. Come on, baby, play me something like "Here Comes The Sun." This has been a disjointed post.