Sunday, July 31, 2005
Obligatory blogging...
Hmmm, I'm making this post because I feel obligated to. I'm not sure who is obligating me, but I feel obligated, as I have not posted since I got home from Europe, and now I'm leaving for another, and last, week. So here we go...
This is going to be short. I can feel it.
Europe was fun. It was a little weird at times, but still good. I'm really not sure what else to say about it. I hate having people ask me how this trip was, or how that trip was... I think I'm going to cease travelling so I don't have to try to answer that question anymore. I mean, what am I supposed to say. If I say it's good, that's not enough, I feel like I should give an explanation, but there is no short explanation. It's very frustrating, but it's okay.
I think if somebody else asks me about it, I'm going to hand them my 300 pictures and tell them to decide for themselves.
Well, I think that's really about it. I told you it'd be short. I might post some pictures here in a minute, but other than that, I'll see ya all after CIY. Not that anybody who reads this won't be there with me, but...
This is going to be short. I can feel it.
Europe was fun. It was a little weird at times, but still good. I'm really not sure what else to say about it. I hate having people ask me how this trip was, or how that trip was... I think I'm going to cease travelling so I don't have to try to answer that question anymore. I mean, what am I supposed to say. If I say it's good, that's not enough, I feel like I should give an explanation, but there is no short explanation. It's very frustrating, but it's okay.
I think if somebody else asks me about it, I'm going to hand them my 300 pictures and tell them to decide for themselves.
Well, I think that's really about it. I told you it'd be short. I might post some pictures here in a minute, but other than that, I'll see ya all after CIY. Not that anybody who reads this won't be there with me, but...
Sunday, July 10, 2005
Bye!!!
Well, by the time you all read this, you will have returned from camp, which is sure to be a blast... I hope. :)
I'm off to Europe Friday morning. I'm sad. I can't talk to anybody until I get back unless I happen to find some free way of getting on the internet. :(
I think I'm excited, but I'm not sure. I'm sure I will be more excited later. I'm gonna have to come home Thursday night and do laundry and pack and then head up to Em's. I think it might be a late night... Oh well, I like those... sometimes.
Well, I'm gonna go, cuz I don't have much else to say right now. I'm sleepy, my head is all stuffed up, and I can't sleep cuz of the stupid medicine. It's a great day. :)
Bye to all of you, and I'll miss you terribly I'm afraid. :( But I'll see you when I get back...:)
I'm off to Europe Friday morning. I'm sad. I can't talk to anybody until I get back unless I happen to find some free way of getting on the internet. :(
I think I'm excited, but I'm not sure. I'm sure I will be more excited later. I'm gonna have to come home Thursday night and do laundry and pack and then head up to Em's. I think it might be a late night... Oh well, I like those... sometimes.
Well, I'm gonna go, cuz I don't have much else to say right now. I'm sleepy, my head is all stuffed up, and I can't sleep cuz of the stupid medicine. It's a great day. :)
Bye to all of you, and I'll miss you terribly I'm afraid. :( But I'll see you when I get back...:)
Saturday, July 02, 2005
Bleeding thoughts, cracking boulder...
Thanks to all of you who backed out on me tonight. I appreciate it. I cancelled. That was a very awkward conversation with someone I haven't seen in like, I don't know how many years.
Aside from that, however, I just thoroughly enjoyed (right) Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory and a Hot Pocket, and some Cheetos. I have settled the debate though. Contrary to what I thought before, the kids don't die. Sorry Jo, but we were wrong. Augustus is rescued from the boiler by the Oompa Loompas, Violet is juiced before she explodes, the furnace Veruca falls in wasn't lit every day, and the TV boy is shrunk and then stretched back out. They didn't die, we just didn't see them again after they were restored. The debate is settled.
I think after I finish this post, I will post some Florida pictures. I also need to post some on the school blog, since Dr. Kluthe is reading and commenting already. Great. No, it's really good. It makes me feel special that somebody actually reads my blog.
"It's a long way from Miami to L.A...."
I would write all about the trip, but I did that on the other blog yesterday, plus all or most of you who actually read this were on the trip anyway. I think a few pictures will suffice.
"Don't stop thinking, don't stop feeling..."
If you hadn't figured it out, the lyrics come in the moments of little brain activity, when my thoughts consist of what I'm hearing, and not anything else. Occasionally they come when something seems exceptionally profound to me, but that's not very often.
Well, I'm starting to run out of things to say... imagine that. I think I will go and post some beautiful pictures, and then if I'm feeling thoughtful or just even more bored, I might post again. Bye.
Aside from that, however, I just thoroughly enjoyed (right) Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory and a Hot Pocket, and some Cheetos. I have settled the debate though. Contrary to what I thought before, the kids don't die. Sorry Jo, but we were wrong. Augustus is rescued from the boiler by the Oompa Loompas, Violet is juiced before she explodes, the furnace Veruca falls in wasn't lit every day, and the TV boy is shrunk and then stretched back out. They didn't die, we just didn't see them again after they were restored. The debate is settled.
I think after I finish this post, I will post some Florida pictures. I also need to post some on the school blog, since Dr. Kluthe is reading and commenting already. Great. No, it's really good. It makes me feel special that somebody actually reads my blog.
"It's a long way from Miami to L.A...."
I would write all about the trip, but I did that on the other blog yesterday, plus all or most of you who actually read this were on the trip anyway. I think a few pictures will suffice.
"Don't stop thinking, don't stop feeling..."
If you hadn't figured it out, the lyrics come in the moments of little brain activity, when my thoughts consist of what I'm hearing, and not anything else. Occasionally they come when something seems exceptionally profound to me, but that's not very often.
Well, I'm starting to run out of things to say... imagine that. I think I will go and post some beautiful pictures, and then if I'm feeling thoughtful or just even more bored, I might post again. Bye.











