Birthdays

It's Ifedayo's birthday...finally eighteen!!! And my own birthday is in 27 days. That's more than creepy. I don't like the idea of being 19...a year away from 20. I would venture to say that I'm not ready for everything that growing up entails. I'm just rambling, mostly because I have no idea what to say since I forgot what my quote was for today.
Oh! I know!

"Out of words, Ms. English Major?"

I thought pretty deeply about this one. Am I ever out of words? Yes, constantly. But only when I'm talking. When I'm writing, I'm never out of words. It's like a well of verbiage, and it never runs dry (god, that's corny). Ever. Even when I have nothing important to say, at all. Take right now, for instance. I could probably sit here and write pages of useless information that you never wanted to know. I could talk about the education system in Indiana, my surrounding at the moment, several stories that I heard in class today, my current reading material. I could write about a universe of ideas that manifest themselves in my hard-working brain every few seconds. But I could never talk about all of that stuff...it simply doesn't work for me. I find myself tongue-tied whenever anyone asks questions of me, or tries to start conversation. I'm a listener; I store everything I hear and wait until I get home to write about it.

Okay, so that's my quote, those are my thoughts.