Dear Friends
Well, I must say that I am so far enjoying being home. That is, perhaps, due to the fact that I have not really accomplished anything of value and have yet to find a job. But oh well. It's been fun while it's lasted. I start summer school Monday. Ugh. Anatomy and Physiology at 7:30 in the morning. Yes, that's how I wanted to spend my summer. On the other hand, it does leave me all afternoon and evening to do as I please and most people I run about with won't even be awake until noon.
So, I cleaned my room and closet. No, you don't understand, this is huge. Since the age of about 5, I've always declared to my parents, after they state I need to finish cleaning, they said to clean my room and that the closet was a separate room not in the agreement. And cleaning my room usually entails throwing all the crap on the floor into my closet. Ah, loopholes. Gotta love 'em. So yes, for me to do this of my own accord is a big step in my emotional development. Go me! It's all because I had to find somewhere to put all the stuff I brought back from school. It was terrible. Stuff was everywhere. I almost fell to my death after tripping on a bag filled with books the school wouldn't buy back, but don't even get me started on *that* painstaking venture.
Well, I wish I was brimming with tales of hedonism and debauchery, but alas, it is a simple life I lead and you reading this far into my entry is the highlight of my day. You laugh, but it's true. I shall report back to you when I have any life-altering revelations or when I get really bored. More than likely, it will be the latter.
So, I cleaned my room and closet. No, you don't understand, this is huge. Since the age of about 5, I've always declared to my parents, after they state I need to finish cleaning, they said to clean my room and that the closet was a separate room not in the agreement. And cleaning my room usually entails throwing all the crap on the floor into my closet. Ah, loopholes. Gotta love 'em. So yes, for me to do this of my own accord is a big step in my emotional development. Go me! It's all because I had to find somewhere to put all the stuff I brought back from school. It was terrible. Stuff was everywhere. I almost fell to my death after tripping on a bag filled with books the school wouldn't buy back, but don't even get me started on *that* painstaking venture.
Well, I wish I was brimming with tales of hedonism and debauchery, but alas, it is a simple life I lead and you reading this far into my entry is the highlight of my day. You laugh, but it's true. I shall report back to you when I have any life-altering revelations or when I get really bored. More than likely, it will be the latter.