Shut your mouth, girl; no one has to know.
As I write, I'm nibbling on the last of my useless snack foods. And I think to myself, why have I let my precious supply languish? bah! But this, for once, has nothing to do with my overall carelessness [though, I must say, this was entirely responsible for my laspse in livejournaling]. It, rather, is solely the result of the fact that I will be gone, off in Ireland for a week and a day, by tomorrow morning. This, thankfully, can only exceed my travel expections, taking into consideration my disappointment with the city of Boston. Even better, the trip will provide cultural fulfillment, which becomes all the more necessary for each time I desperately resort to Laurel Park for entertainment. And if all goes well, and I'm not completely pooped, I may just post a few rain-damaged photos of various castles and, of course, Irish men with groove, to spice up this journal.
The lone ounce of sadness I've found as I prepare to leave stems only from the nearing end of summer -- only a week, once I return, before school begins again. Still, the trip guarantees exciting activity for an whole 7 days; something to liven me up, so I don't immediately peter out just as school goes into full force.
Now, I feel that it's painfully obvious that this is merely my brain sorting out its mixed emotions, attempting to justify why it's okay to desert Michigan & its inhabitants for a few days. Argh, more obvious yet is how forced this entry has become, serving only to prove that I'm unwilling to part with my journal, and in fact did actually return home from Boston. Meh.
So I'm now off to pack, or maybe sleep, or maybe continue to waste the morning doing whatever pointless internet browsing that's sucessfully filled the last 6 hours. To Kyle & Brandon, thanks for indulging me in one last Royal Oak romp before I'm off. I doubt we're ever get around to the State Fair, but I much prefer ugly bikers and Bill Murray to killer carnival babies and oversized cooking appliances. Goodbye, all. ♥
The lone ounce of sadness I've found as I prepare to leave stems only from the nearing end of summer -- only a week, once I return, before school begins again. Still, the trip guarantees exciting activity for an whole 7 days; something to liven me up, so I don't immediately peter out just as school goes into full force.
Now, I feel that it's painfully obvious that this is merely my brain sorting out its mixed emotions, attempting to justify why it's okay to desert Michigan & its inhabitants for a few days. Argh, more obvious yet is how forced this entry has become, serving only to prove that I'm unwilling to part with my journal, and in fact did actually return home from Boston. Meh.
So I'm now off to pack, or maybe sleep, or maybe continue to waste the morning doing whatever pointless internet browsing that's sucessfully filled the last 6 hours. To Kyle & Brandon, thanks for indulging me in one last Royal Oak romp before I'm off. I doubt we're ever get around to the State Fair, but I much prefer ugly bikers and Bill Murray to killer carnival babies and oversized cooking appliances. Goodbye, all. ♥