The Slow Month

It’s a shame when you have so much to do writing-wise and you completely neglect something that you love to do in order to finish things you have to do. This is what has happened to me, with all of my promises and such, as well progress further into 2013. This has been the slowest month since May, and I don’t have any excuses at all.

However, instead of bemoaning my absence, I have decided to write a story about what has happened of late in my life, as I know you’re all so desperate to know how Telea fares in this cruel and unusual world that declares Nutella isn’t a necessary staple in anyone’s diet.

Telea stumbled out of her bedroom, half-dressed as always, at two o’clock in the afternoon, reeking of nerdiness and disappointment. If one doesn’t know how that would smell, they would simply need to spend an hour in the presence of someone who’s favorite television show has recently been canceled, put on hiatus, or ended for the season.

She turned the sharp corners in her tiny house with skill beyond her comprehension, and then very carefully slammed shut the bathroom door with a fiery passions so far unknown to man. This was the amount of physical activity she got each day before retreating back to her bedroom with a large bowl of some sort of human sustenance and a large cup of coffee.

She would then proceed to refresh her Tumblr, update her facebook status with something witty, and then start in on her over-due assignments in her online classes. This was not the life. This was not where she imagined herself being at eighteen years of age, though her plans resembled wild dreams that wouldn’t exactly come true anyway.

Today was slightly different in the sense that she felt a sense of tomorrow being better So, accordingly, after staying up all night and having her afternoon meal, she went, finally, to bed, where she dreamt of having an entire platform of Betas, each with a superhero name. When she awoke at 4 am, she remembered that it was the day of her little sister’s birthday party, so she grudgingly rose to the occasion by climbing into the shower and not crying until she passed out (this bit added for dramatic effect and not for historical accuracy).

Guests began arriving, people began shouting, and it became an overall good day, which ended in her going to Grace’s house with her friend Sami and committing a series of non-criminal crimes, such as staying up late and using fake names on Omegle.As Grace and Sami returned her in the later part of the afternoon on Monday, she was dropped off at the bottom of the driveway to fetch the post.

It’s a typical human thing to do, right? If there’s post, you get it. Got iAnyway, she shuffled rapidly through said post and found a letter addressed to her (SCORE!).

She carefully wedged the rest of the post not addressed to her (Aka The Useless Post) underneath her armpit and carefully ripped open the letter, again with a fiery passion never before known to man. But CAREFULLY.
Enclosed, she found two tickets to the Lindsey Stirling Concert at First Ave on March 7th.
She then began crying, then screaming, then crying again as she dashed up the driveway (not such a good idea on ice and an injured knee, especially with tears clouding your vision) and stormed into the house, asking her baffled mother (who had no idea where she had materialized from) who got them for her.

After repeating herself numerous times through tears, gasps, and maybe a bit of snot/blood, she informed Telea that they were a gift from the one and only Devon, older brother of the wonderful Telea.

So, that’s the story of my life. Yep. Okay.

Question of the day: If you were to go see a concert of ANYONE, who would it be?

Love ya!


About mylifeinheartbeats

Telea is an aspiring Musician who spends too much time aspiring to be a Writer who thinks she's a Comedian. There's not much more to know, except for everything. Telea has a tendency to not think before she speaks or acts. She enjoys chocolate, long walks on the beach, and talking about herself in the third person. She wants to get to know you, so please send her your Name, Address, and SSN. Telea promises that, though she has indeed committed one count of Lewd and Lascivious behavior (to be tried under a court of law), she is a good person and will not intentionally harm you/expose herself to you/hate you for your stupid perspectives/axe-murder you. Telea believes in the greater good, Nutella, peace, free love for all, and snuggles. She chooses Bacon over you, unless you come bearing bacon. She is a fat woman trapped inside a curvy woman's body. She is not for sale unless the price tag you put on her has something to do with world peace. She will sell herself for world peace. She hopes in the deepest of her heart places that you will enjoy her blog and find reason to follow it. Telea thanks you.

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