Back home . . .
Well, I haven't posted a personal entry in awhile so I decided to give it a whirl again. I want to express how much I enjoyed my vacation for the past two months, and how I miss it beyond comprehension at the moment (and for many moments to come).
So, every summer (June - end of July) I travel up to Michigan to visit with my mother and hometown buddies. We do loads of random things from swimming to kayaking, from babysitting to drinking eight cans of pop, from reading entries on LJ to watching star trek over and over and over and over and over again, the new movie AND the old legends with The Shat and Mr. Nimoy.
I love Star Trek. O M G
Chris Pine and Zachary Quinto *melts* They are perfect, amazing actors and hilarious people. I really wish I could meet them. I cannot describe how excited I am to see the next Star Trek movie. GAH, it's going to be so friggin AWESOME!!!
Anyway, I spend time with family and friends every summer, and I have tons of fun. The horrible about vacation though is that it ends just like everything else. So I am currently typing up an entry to describe how sad and lonely I am down here in Florida(the ending to my vacation) without my mother near me or My Pretty Tree and Beavisness unable to harass me to the last threads of my sanity.
I'm listening to Stand By U Miss She-Knows-Who-She-Is. You totally didn't call me back so you failed on your part, according to our master plan. How could you let Love in the Ice suffer?! Stupid hobbit. Stupid popcorn-child, short, freckled hobbit. Watchmen fails. And penguins cannot fly, not even in spaceships.
*sigh*
I hate endings, especially when they contain Florida heat and never-ending immaturity in my brother's bedroom.
I need some Pinto or Spork Kock.