Okay...

Kid you not. If it's this hot tomorrow, does anyone want to go hunt down the Gull Lake beach with me tomorrow early evening? Because I'm about to roast in my house, and cool water sounds nice. I've no problem going alone with a book, but I thought I'd open up the offer.

Note: If I do this I need to buy sunscreen or I shall fry--and more bottled water. And perhaps a small cooler to contain it with ice. I'm so not prepared for summer...lol

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First things first: One reason why Lindsay loves living alone:
I can wear as many or as few pieces of clothing as I want.

Next: In which Lindsay gets really nostalgiac:

I grew up going camping. My family went all the time because my dad is really into fishing, it's a relatively cheap way to family vacation (once you have the equipment), and it's so much fun. Some of my favourite memories are both from family camping and girl scout camping. In fact, for some really strange reason, I was remembering the girl scout camp where I was away from home for a week doing theatre-type stuff. It's really the only bright spot in my first few years living in Michigan. I've always kind of looked forward to the day when I'd be able to gather my own collection of camping "stuff" and have somebody to go with. It's kinda silly, but true. The fact that today I bought a cooler--even though it's small, and not at all appropriate for even an overnight camping trip, it still makes me grin a little bit inside because it's one little thing that gives me a thrill and a small step towards one of my silly childhood fantasies.

Now that my dad's about to retire and won't really have much more in the way of budgeting for children, I bet he's going to buy a cabin up north *grins* After he restores his '68 GTO, of course...lol

I look back and I realise just how lucky I've been to have the family I have. I love them, and I adore them and all they've given and sacrificed for me--and all they put up with when I was such a moody and unpredictable teenager. My mom looks back and says she's sorry she made the decision for us to move back to Michigan because of the negative effects it had on me, but I tell her not to. Long term, it was for the best. Yes I went through about six years of hell, but I'm relatively pleased with where my life has led me since, and I know it wouldn't be this way if I'd have stayed in Oklahoma. I wouldn't have met the people I've met, and I wouldn't be in the same place I am today. The Fates have their plans, and part of the plan for me was being here when I was here, no matter how much I kicked and screamed and cried and fought it. I'm still here, and I know I'm meant for something. I haven't quite figured it out yet, but I've still the rest of my life in front of me, and I know that what I've been through thus far has been preparing me for the future in the ways it was meant to. I'll enjoy where I am for now and push myself to go the places I want to go and trust that if I want it enough and that it's meant to be I will end up there. I won't sit idly by as life happens, but I also know that some things just can't be forced. It's all a matter of balance, and so I will do whatever I can to keep that right balance between what I want and understanding what just isn't meant to be.

I stumble sometimes, and I hate things sometimes, but generally I'm pleased (when the chemicals--or lack thereof--in my brain don't tell me otherwise).

So often I get the feeling and just know I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be right now.

In other, completely different topic, news: Andrea and I are going to the beach tomorrow. Yay! I'm all set for it :-D Now I should finish my dinner and go to bed since I have to work in the morning.