I’m currently sitting at work, on a break, waiting for either 5:00 pm or a delivery. I’m sure all of my friends are busy since none of them are texting me back, and suffice it to say, I’m bored. And the only thought in my head is, “I wish I could write a letter.” Now, I don’t want to write a letter to just anyone. There is a person I want to write to, but I don’t know what I’d write, because there’s something I’ve wanted to say to them for a while, and I hope to say soon, but writing to them about would kind of ruin telling them the first time…

Well, “… that’s all I have to say about that.” - Forrest Gump

I happen to know of at least one person who might be reading this blog, so if you actually are, I hope you enjoy it.

Today, albeit rather delayed as far as keeping up with when things happening to me, I wanted to mention the walks I take with a friend. I meant to post about this a few days ago, but no use crying over spilled milk. What I wanted to say about these walks though, is that as much as I enjoy them, when I go on them, there is so much I want to talk to my friend about, but I am not sure if I should.

If the friend I’m talking about is actually reading this, I’m sorry about the crypticness. For anyone else who is reading this, that’s part of the reason I am being so cryptic.

However, despite that, I rarely enjoy something as much as I enjoy going for a walk with my friend. I’ve never really had good friends, and I have no friends from before I went to Lifeteen at my parish, my sophmore year of High School. So if you are reading this [friend], Thank You.

Hello once again people reading this. I am not sure yet why you would read this blog, but that’s beside the point. This blog is here for me to write in, but I don’t quite think I really understand what it is to have a blog yet. Nor, what it is to be relaxed when starting to hang out with someone.

This coming June, I’m planning to go backpacking for 20 days, and so I’m getting ready by getting in shape. The most important thing I am doing is getting up in the morning and hiking a local hill (Tumamoc Hill for those of you familiar with it) with a friend several times a week. And while the hill is not that difficult after having hiked it at least two dozen times before, it’s going with my friend that throws me for a loop.

What I mean, is that they keep up with me just fine, they enjoying hiking the hill in the morning, but sometimes, I can’t get over feeling awkward when I know there is no reason to feel awkward. My best guess is that I’m a habitual over-thinker, and with a few other things, my mind doesn’t settle down easily.

Since I don’t like to dwell too long on something like this (it’s not helping the over-thinking much), I’m going to go back to getting my homework and watching Criminal Minds. Oh, and no, I’m not a regular watcher, it’s just on A&E while I’m doing my homework.