Before You Walk Out. . .

Watching "Julie & Julia" gave me a new outlook on blogging...it made me think that there might actually be someone out there who reads this [when I do get to writing].
Maybe I'm simply delusional and wrong, but it was a nice thought while it lasted.
I like the word "whilst."
This romantic hiatus is kicking my butt.
I said that a couple of times today, and it's truly starting to kick in.
Although, there really seems to be a smaaaaaaaaaall number of guys worthy of my feelings and thoughts and time and other things that I would inevitably invest into a relationship.
A very infinitesimal number of men.
Hmph.
It's still nice to think about, though. And thoughts always seem to get me in trouble. You see, I'm a thinker. That's what I do. I think [and of course, I write, but I digress], and those thoughts become these things that pop into my mind at the most inappropriate of times.
Nothing terrible, now, just these odd thoughts of guys...and how cute they are...or how talented and what-have-you.
And they're just like fingernails on a chalkboard whilst I remain in this romantic hiatus.
I really like that term.
I'm not sure if I've said that to this void called the interweb, but I do enjoy that term.
Romantic.
Hiatus.
The feeling isn't the greatest, but the term ROCKS.
I thought it up myself.
*applause ensues*
I'm sick. Well...I have a cold-like feeling at the moment...all week it's been bothering me, really.
My nose is all stuffy, meaning that I can't sing as well as I'd like, and that is not the best feeling either.
Makes me want to crawl into my bed and sleep until my voice gets back up to par.
Oh but I can't do that...I must LIVE.
Without a beautiful singing voice.
=/
Ah well.
It'll all be alright...I've endured much worse. Much worse, I tell you.
You know what I've also come to figure out? Tea is my new obsession. But not any specific type of tea, no. I take different bags of tea - like peppermint and chamomile and spearmint - and brew them all together, add a few teaspoons of honey, and baby, I'm in heaven.
It's better than coffee.
Much better.
And healthier too...at least I think so.
It's 4AM. I should be sleeping...but I am not.
So...I suppose I'll continue to listen to music [now playing: The Beatles - Something], and maybe I'll write something rhythmically poetic.
With crossed fingers, I'll bid thee adieu.