With love

I hate when you get used to having a dependable internet connection, and then it starts being choppy. Come on, Lestat's, we all know you've done better.

Dinner with camp folks, so exciting. Then tomorrow I may go to the zoo for a little bit. Yesterday I went for a bike ride down to South Park...and have decided that North Park is infinitely better. I also finally saw Toy Story 3. What a depressing movie.

I think I have made friends with the Cafe Cab lady, unless she is only being nice to me because of the uncanny resemblance I have to the other girl who used to come in all the time aka my sister, in which case, I have not made a new friend, but inherited an old friend as a result of mistaken identity. I am not complaining, she says hello when I come in and goodbye to me when I leave, AND, she makes little jokes to me whenever she passes by. Take that, Natalie.

Hardly Working

There is such a thing as not enough to do.

I have taken to riding my bike in exploration of new wonders around Normal Heights and beyond. Perhaps more time should be spent on finding new and exciting volunteering opportunities, unfortunately, doing work without being paid is wearing thin. As exciting as it seems to have 2+ months off real life, it gets me nowhere. I can't even get a driver's permit to start taking driver's ed classes. And an entire summer went by with me working my butt off and no money to show for it. My patience has dissipated into a thin veil that is showing the frustrations underneath. I am no longer waiting. I am tapping my foot. And my pen. And drumming my fingers on the table.

Sunshine

The days are passing almost too fast to count. I feel like I am in a bubble surrounded by another stress bubble. I don't know how I feel right now.

Intense...like camping

Camp camp camp camp camp camp camp camp.

I have a cabin full of teenage girls. It's awesome. For realsies, though, they are a really good group of girls. I'm a little nervous that they will spoil me for the next session.

There is a really funny conversation going on in the next room. All I can hear is, "Ooooooh, that's mushy, too!"

Life is pretty crazy at the mo.

Pace

I feel like for the first time in a while, I am experiencing everything at the proper pace. It's as if time isn't rushing by, I'm not hindered by a deadline, I'm not trying to cram 5 things into a 2 hour time block. Instead, I do laundry for a while, and I read my book while waiting. Then I clean up and take a shower. I walk down the street and grab lunch at a little Mexican cafe across the street. Now I'm in Lestat's drinking ice tea and checking my emails. It's only 1:40 and I've already gotten so much done, but not in a weird stressful way. I have work starting in 5 days and I'm so excited, but not to the point where I can't wait to get started.

There is a concert going on down the street and I can feel the bass and percussion beating on the soles of my feet. This city is the perfect size. It's not rushed and overwhelming like New York. It's not slow and boring like South Hadley, though Shadley could hardly be counted as anything more than a village...what I mean to say is that I love being here.

Now if only my hockey team would quit getting penalties and stop with the giveaways. I thought this was the championship, Philly better not win.

Onwards

I am sitting in the Charlotte airport in NC with nothing to do. 2 more hours until my flight. I've gone through a cosmo, people, and have done 3 crossword puzzles. I could read my book, but a movie sounds so much more enticing! Or maybe I could catch up with all my stories...so excited for true blood and leverage and sytycd and the playoffs. Too much on tv, not enough indoor time! Oh summer, you are such a tease.

It's official.

I made it through four years of college and have earned my Bachelors Degree in Arts.

Sooo...now what?

Jk, jk. i'll deal.