I'm finally bored enough to update my livejournal
This summer is pretty much shitty, I think. Despite the fact that some good things have happened, and despite my feeling fairly satisfied with things overall, when I look at it, I realize that I've done practically nothing in the past two months, and that I will be far more satisfied going back to school a month from now than I have ever been going back after a long break before.
On Sunday morning, my parents are leaving to go on vacation to Alaska for two and a half weeks. I will be home, working and taking care of the cats. I may or may not have some sort of gathering at my house in the next two weekends while they're gone, I still need to decide. I definitely need a break from my parents, so I'm glad they're going away, but I know that by the time they come back, I will be so done with making my own dinner and letting the cats out at four in the morning that I will be glad that they're back.
Nothing terribly eventful has been going on. I got a Netflix account, and I'm now obsessed with getting and watching as many movies as possible while still only spending the money for the one-at-a-time plan. I may have to get the two-at-a-time if I get too impatient. They have pretty much every movie I could possibly think of there, so my queue is already about 60 things long, and I haven't really put any TV shows on there (only Freaks and Geeks).
If I make this entry longer, no one will read it, so that's all I have to say. Perhaps I will update more often as a result of how little I really have to say for the next few weeks. Does this make me sound depressed? I'm actually not.
On Sunday morning, my parents are leaving to go on vacation to Alaska for two and a half weeks. I will be home, working and taking care of the cats. I may or may not have some sort of gathering at my house in the next two weekends while they're gone, I still need to decide. I definitely need a break from my parents, so I'm glad they're going away, but I know that by the time they come back, I will be so done with making my own dinner and letting the cats out at four in the morning that I will be glad that they're back.
Nothing terribly eventful has been going on. I got a Netflix account, and I'm now obsessed with getting and watching as many movies as possible while still only spending the money for the one-at-a-time plan. I may have to get the two-at-a-time if I get too impatient. They have pretty much every movie I could possibly think of there, so my queue is already about 60 things long, and I haven't really put any TV shows on there (only Freaks and Geeks).
If I make this entry longer, no one will read it, so that's all I have to say. Perhaps I will update more often as a result of how little I really have to say for the next few weeks. Does this make me sound depressed? I'm actually not.