i don't like going outside. i mean, i like it once i'm out there but it's the getting out there that's the trouble. i don't know how i got this way. even when i was living in scotland where there are a million museums to see and parks to walk through and pictures to take, i sat in my room on many a saturday. probably because i would feel guilty going out and enjoying myself when i have tons of homework and packing and laundry and cleaning to do at home. a good day for me is going outside and doing absolutely, with my whole heart, nothing. oh dear, it looks like my homework is calling :\
i'll try to make room for some sit-on-the-porch-reading-a-book time. wish me luck!
