so long, sweet summer.
...I was supposed to do stuff this summer. D;
At the beginning, I was all gung-ho about "improving myself."
I wanted to learn how to play tennis, I wanted to go out and run a few times a week, I wanted to improve my music skills ---
But did I? Nope. D;
I went to Las Palmas once with the intent of having Laiza teach me a bit about tennis --- but then she had to leave, and didn't come back for like -- hours. D;
So I just hung with Kevin, Manuel, and Jake --- and instead of learning tennis, we took a dip in the pool. ...hardly productive.
I went out and ran once, with my mother, aunt, and cousin --- but I use the term "running" loosely, because while my cousin and I did run technically, it was like, what? Half a lap? =___=
We spent the rest of our time leisurely walking the lap and talking about college. ...at least it was a little productive?
I tried learning a new piano piece --- but I had such a hard time motivating myself. I'd learn a few measures, then keep playing those same few measures for the next few days because I was too lazy to learn any more.
Finally, when I was determined to actually work on it, I couldn't find my sheet music. I still can't find it. ;___;
I only ended up getting half of it done.
Also, I picked up my guitar maybe once to dust it and strum a few chords. Then I was done for the whole summer.
My job search at the beginning of the summer, also, was all for naught -- not one place called me. ;___;
The only thing I did of note this summer was read.
I challenged myself to read as many books this summer as I could, and I ended up reading 28. It could have been more, but I ran out of good books to read and money with which to buy those books.
I pretty much just grew fat and lazy, and while those might be good attributes in a cat, I'M NOT A CAT.
I'm so glad Fall semester's starting tomorrow.
...except that I have to wake up early, ugh. I've been waking up at nine for the past few months, and that's the time my first class starts. *sigh*
At the beginning, I was all gung-ho about "improving myself."
I wanted to learn how to play tennis, I wanted to go out and run a few times a week, I wanted to improve my music skills ---
But did I? Nope. D;
I went to Las Palmas once with the intent of having Laiza teach me a bit about tennis --- but then she had to leave, and didn't come back for like -- hours. D;
So I just hung with Kevin, Manuel, and Jake --- and instead of learning tennis, we took a dip in the pool. ...hardly productive.
I went out and ran once, with my mother, aunt, and cousin --- but I use the term "running" loosely, because while my cousin and I did run technically, it was like, what? Half a lap? =___=
We spent the rest of our time leisurely walking the lap and talking about college. ...at least it was a little productive?
I tried learning a new piano piece --- but I had such a hard time motivating myself. I'd learn a few measures, then keep playing those same few measures for the next few days because I was too lazy to learn any more.
Finally, when I was determined to actually work on it, I couldn't find my sheet music. I still can't find it. ;___;
I only ended up getting half of it done.
Also, I picked up my guitar maybe once to dust it and strum a few chords. Then I was done for the whole summer.
My job search at the beginning of the summer, also, was all for naught -- not one place called me. ;___;
The only thing I did of note this summer was read.
I challenged myself to read as many books this summer as I could, and I ended up reading 28. It could have been more, but I ran out of good books to read and money with which to buy those books.
I pretty much just grew fat and lazy, and while those might be good attributes in a cat, I'M NOT A CAT.
I'm so glad Fall semester's starting tomorrow.
...except that I have to wake up early, ugh. I've been waking up at nine for the past few months, and that's the time my first class starts. *sigh*