Can't believe September is almost over. Yet the cold weather has yet to truly come. I keep waiting though and sooner than I can blink I'll be cursing the cold and praying for spring. I really hate the sense of being rushed but when things go slowly I'm usually board out of my mind. Like right now, nothing seems to be happening in my life. I shouldn't jinks myself, I just wish...I don't know. Maybe the monotony of the every day is getting to me. Maybe I'll just go look at some pretty pictures for now.