thank you's

i am currently sitting in my yellow wall-painted living room, on the
brown couch, looking oh so slumpified in my pjs and bun on top of my head


yes, these are my saturday mornings.
mascara on from the previous night, and cellphone losing batterylife as it sits next to me unplugged

i woke up, not with a full on anxiety attack but a little anxiety because i realized me being a lazy bum isnt cutting it this morning...i have one last scholarship essay to write, and a long set of thank you's that have been long overdue.

i wrote one to my grandmother. and as i closed that envelope and began to make a list of all the other 8 people who i needed to send one too i realized two things

1) am i me ? or am i just a mixture of all the other people who have had significant influential grasps on my life ? am i gabrielle jacqueline horton ? or a all of the amazing teachers, deans, grandmothers, aunts, godfathers, uncles, cousins, etc who have played such a large role in my life ?
2) i realized... my mom should be a part of that 8, but i suppose i feel that shes my mom. i live with her. and me saying thank you is enough . i dont really know the logic behind it or why am i not that nice to her... but ill make up for it



GRADUATION -- SIX DAYS SIX SIX SIX SIX :)