Initiative!

I have this terrible habit of never seeing my friends over the summer.  Usually, this can be blamed upon the fact that I'm not in the state, but even when I'm home, I tend to just sit around and hope that somebody else has an idea. (Also, I forget to tell people I'm not in the state. Ahem. By bad.)

I have decided that this summer will be different! I'm actually going to invite my friends to do things with me. I have already started this ingenious plan, and thus far, I have had only the utmost success.

The lovely Skylar and I had a froyo... date? adventure? I dunno, but it was fun.  Tina has been subject to a number of kidnappings, and, even though I can't really take the credit for this one, Anna and Sarah Curran make lovely coffee companions.
Also Jena, who gets the credit for the kidnappings and the coffee dates. Also for making me realize that doing things with people is significantly more fun than just sitting in my house all day.

We shall have adventures!

All my love and best wishes.

Really Quite Wonderful

Just today, it hit me that my people (friends, family, you know the drill) are freakin amazing.

Not that this is a new thing for me to know, it just suddenly sunk in.  My family is the best. I mean, really, not that many families can claim to have had an entire conversation about smutty romance novel covers at the dinner table.  Hilarious, silly, and slightly surreal at times. It's not all sunshine and rainbows all the time, but that would be weird. 

My friends are beautiful people, inside and out. And yeah, I know that that's cliche, but I honestly believe that it is true. Especially those of you who are reading this. You guys are special. I love you.

Maybe I'm feeling sentimental just because it's past midnight and I'm giddy sleepy. Maybe not. I do know that I wouldn't give you up for anything in the world, and I want to thank you for being around. Yeah. 

Love and Best Wishes.

Unfortunate Accidents

And NO, not that kind.

The kind where I hurt myself in rather silly ways.  I have a history of getting not seriously, but ostentatiously injured.  I've sprained my ankles more than once by stepping off curbs incorrectly.  I once tried to stop a car by grabbing the tire. Just recently, I stepped into a box of nail polish, and hit my face on the drawer of my dresser. I have a lovely cut on my face now.

I think that there's an evil sprite that decided to sabotage my life, but only when I'm doing the most mundane things.  The situations I've been in that could be considered risky have always gone off without a hitch. Knock on wood.  Mebby karma? For what, I'm not really sure though.

Also, every time I go to the doctor for an ailment, not just a checkup or something, they invariably find nothing. Get sent to a cardiologist by the regular doctor? "Nothing is out of the ordinary. Sorry." Oh. Alright. I'll just sit here with chest pain and wish it away. Ugh.

Other than strange occurrences that cause me pain, my summer has been either very busy and fun, what with parties and getting lost, or extremely boring.  I've found myself driving around town, trying my best to come up with something to do, coming up blank, and eventually stalking squirrels at parks. No joke. Thus is the life.

Best wishes!

Grawr!

I've had this blog for a significant amount of time, but this is the first actual post I've written. Or, attempted to write, as the case may be.

I like things. Most things. Things that are not generally considered terrible, I like them. For the most part. That's one thing about me. Also horses. Like them a lot. And tie dye.

I'm really starting to do this blog thingymadooper because I am, in a few short months, heading off to college.  As I am notoriously bad at keeping in touch, this ought to help keep me on track. It may end up sounding like a diary. Whatevs.

Love and best wishes.