Long Time, No Updates...
Um, hey there.
So this is really overdue. Seriously, I see things everyday that are weird or interesting or stunning and want to document them so that I can look back on them and say to myself, "Wow, that was (insert appropriate adjective here)." But I don't. I should, since this technological marvel, also known as my laptop, sits on my desk and beckons to me daily. I may be a bad person for not answering its call. But at least I can admit that. What about all of you slackers? Do you admit to your loss of dedication to this awe-inspiring invention called LiVEJOURNAL? Fess up.
Other than my realization that though I do not update, I continue to read those of your journals who actually have the stamina to continue your quest to provide evidence to our otherwise colorless lives, I have amounted to a big nothing for this summer. Come to think of it, that could be the reasoning behind the lack of updates overall. Class is now over and I find that without math or psychology dictating my every breath, I am left to play with the cat, buy new shampoo, and update my LiVEJOURNAL. (Seriously, though. The shampoo rocks. It's that new Herbal Essences kind. Basically, it's even better than...I hope Madison is sitting down...Big Sexy Hair. Really, no lie.)
Highlights for the second major portion of the summer, or at least as much of it as I could cram in with my classes, were seeing 42nd Street, seeing bunches of people at school including Ashley and Theresa in the SAME DAY (that was a big day for me), fighting the thousands of crazed Steeler fans for parking spaces and possibly breaking a few laws to secure an aforementioned space, going on a family trip to Gettysburg because I'm a big dork and love that place, naming our rented convertable for the trip "Britney" (those of you who should understand this, will), completing a 3D puzzle of Cinderella Castle in one single afternoon at Jumpin' Jo's, actually watching Sleepy Hollow and Secret Window because I'm on a Johnny kick after Pirates (BTW, I found a sort-of works way to watch scary movies involving watching the end first. Shut up, it kinda almost works. Sometimes.), and that's about it really. And WOW was that a run-on sentence. Seriously, if you're going to commit such a grammatical error, do it to the extreme.
I'm planning on packing as much into this last week and a half before I move back, also known as my "summer," so if you do want to do anything, let me know. I'll see if I can pencil you in once I get my new day planner. My old one expired one day after my classes ended. That's when you know your school year was too long. Your day planner barely makes it.
Bearcats, even though I am horrible for not getting to see you all, we will once again be joined together sooner than any of us realize. So be excited. Or not. Either way, it's going to happen.
That's mostly all for me, other than the daily happenings that I wish I would write about but never remember when the time comes. Oh well, I guess you're just going to have to wait with baited breath until the day comes when I suddenly remember all of them and begin to write like a madwoman. But until then, you've lucked out.
So this is really overdue. Seriously, I see things everyday that are weird or interesting or stunning and want to document them so that I can look back on them and say to myself, "Wow, that was (insert appropriate adjective here)." But I don't. I should, since this technological marvel, also known as my laptop, sits on my desk and beckons to me daily. I may be a bad person for not answering its call. But at least I can admit that. What about all of you slackers? Do you admit to your loss of dedication to this awe-inspiring invention called LiVEJOURNAL? Fess up.
Other than my realization that though I do not update, I continue to read those of your journals who actually have the stamina to continue your quest to provide evidence to our otherwise colorless lives, I have amounted to a big nothing for this summer. Come to think of it, that could be the reasoning behind the lack of updates overall. Class is now over and I find that without math or psychology dictating my every breath, I am left to play with the cat, buy new shampoo, and update my LiVEJOURNAL. (Seriously, though. The shampoo rocks. It's that new Herbal Essences kind. Basically, it's even better than...I hope Madison is sitting down...Big Sexy Hair. Really, no lie.)
Highlights for the second major portion of the summer, or at least as much of it as I could cram in with my classes, were seeing 42nd Street, seeing bunches of people at school including Ashley and Theresa in the SAME DAY (that was a big day for me), fighting the thousands of crazed Steeler fans for parking spaces and possibly breaking a few laws to secure an aforementioned space, going on a family trip to Gettysburg because I'm a big dork and love that place, naming our rented convertable for the trip "Britney" (those of you who should understand this, will), completing a 3D puzzle of Cinderella Castle in one single afternoon at Jumpin' Jo's, actually watching Sleepy Hollow and Secret Window because I'm on a Johnny kick after Pirates (BTW, I found a sort-of works way to watch scary movies involving watching the end first. Shut up, it kinda almost works. Sometimes.), and that's about it really. And WOW was that a run-on sentence. Seriously, if you're going to commit such a grammatical error, do it to the extreme.
I'm planning on packing as much into this last week and a half before I move back, also known as my "summer," so if you do want to do anything, let me know. I'll see if I can pencil you in once I get my new day planner. My old one expired one day after my classes ended. That's when you know your school year was too long. Your day planner barely makes it.
Bearcats, even though I am horrible for not getting to see you all, we will once again be joined together sooner than any of us realize. So be excited. Or not. Either way, it's going to happen.
That's mostly all for me, other than the daily happenings that I wish I would write about but never remember when the time comes. Oh well, I guess you're just going to have to wait with baited breath until the day comes when I suddenly remember all of them and begin to write like a madwoman. But until then, you've lucked out.