Once again I find myself hunched over my keyboard in this tiny niche in my room the only light in the room illuminating from my laptop and the porch light outside my window.  I spent my day with family, sketching out design ideas for random dresses and graphics, and testing out herbal recipes, in fact all I have consumed today was liquids but I must say I am quite full from all those tasty brewed greens.  All in all it was a quite productive day and I feel pretty good about it.  I was invited once again to several parties, and on my drive home I convince myself I will go out be social and spend the night dancing away in some strangers home unconstrained, valiant and confident.  However as soon as I step into my room the comfort, hospitable, and habitual feeling sweep over me and I can’t bring myself to break away from this dwelling.  Ignoring all their phone calls and only leaving the soothing sugary smell of my room to grab a soda from the fridge.  I’m inexact about how I feel about the choice I’ve made, it seems people virtually plead me to spend time with them, meet new people and yet I contact the same familiar people everyday, only venturing outside this small circle on those sporadic occasions I am outlandishly sociable.  I think my major drawback, in the social world of my age group, is I’m a day person, I like to spend the daytime outside maybe even mingle, go to the park take a long stroll, perhaps even go hiking in the woods.  Once 7pm rolls around, which I have come to notice is the right time for everyone else my age to start calling up friends making plans, well that’s my time to go home spend the night quietly trying to forget all the bizarre shit I thought of during my day.  Even though I’m bored I don’t want to do anything other then curl up on my bed and imagine my pink pig flying about my room.