I have returned! A girl can lose her sense of time when she's been caught up in micro land. It's far too easy for me to get caught up in subjects. I can be hard to catch, and harder to hold on to but when something grabs a hold of me I am a child fixated on a glimmer. My mind spins at an amazing rate. It weaves questions and conjures up ideas. Sometimes I feel like I'm nerding out too much, then sometimes I don't care because TO ME microbiology is too cool and I don't care what you or your fashion-whore friends have to say about it.
There's this quiet part of me that has always reminded my other self that one day I might just calm down a little and be what I envision a "grown-up" to be. One day I won't get all antsy when I know a good dance party is happening without me there. One day I won't shamelessly promote my ass popping a locking ability on any stage I can climb atop. One day... which seems impossibly far away at the rate I'm going because there is this energy. I have an endless pool of energy to find the music that rattles paint chips off the ceiling. So it happens that I drink too much, dance like I'm trying to throw my back out, and wear clothes that suggest I'm here for a good time. I'm young and I'm still tight, why should I stop now?
It's that voice. The invisible voice wagging it's invisible finger at my antics. Warning me like an old matron, suggesting that my behavior may be inhibiting my future. But...I'm not sure. Is going out and being a pretty young thing really going to put a dent in my most extravagant of dreams? Hard to say. I work as hard as I party. Well, now that I think about it again I think I've tipped the scale since I've aged. I definitely have been having my ass worked by the system. I work hard and play naughty. I guess I'll allow it.
