So, I'm writing this more for the sake of posting than for actually having something to post. It really does take a lot of work to come up with a post that I think will be entertaining, and then to get in just the right mood to make it good. (Insert definition of good here.) So, I'm just posting what's on my mind and deciding not to care if anyone cares or not.
I think there's a post on here somewhere about how summer never lives up to the hype. I still agree with that post. For me, summer is a) wondering if any of your friends even care if you still exist, b) wondering if your friends still exist to wonder if you still exist, and, c) whether or not they're ever going to call you and ask if you would like to confirm both of your mutual existence by doing something together. So, it's either that, or doing nothing all day but reading/cleaning. And spending all your time with the nagging realization that all of the "wasted" time you spend reading/cleaning could be spent writing the essay that you know will end up being written at the last possible moment regardless of the three months you've had to suck it up and gitterdun.
Did you know that it's impossible to get anything done with perpetually chocolate milk-strawberry-goldfish-wanting kids interrupting you every minute- and- a- half and singing the Veggie Tales theme song in the background? You probably did.
I saw the Avett Brothers again last night. They were 10 times better than the first show, minus the meeting them part. I get such a feeling of... nostalgia, I guess (oddly enough) when I think about them. What right do a couple of guys from North Carolina have to go poking around in my head and messing with all my thoughts? What right do they have to be the origin of those thoughts? I hate that. I love that.
Did you know that my fourth-year hike for Girl's Camp is on Monday? Despite my notorious (or is it?) hatred for hiking, I'm actually excited. I get to spend a week in the wilderness with one of the coolest people I know as my tent partner! I actually have friends in my stake! Do I sound pathetic or what? (Please don't answer that.)
Did you know that I made the Color Guard? Did you know that I've missed every 4-hour practice they've had so far? And that, thanks to beloved Girl's Camp, I'm missing a week of the band camp that was supposed to help me get back on track? It's enough to make a person want to quit. But I'm tired of being a quitter. It gets old after a while.
I should be writing my talk for church tomorrow. I really have been completely un-inspired for it so far.
You know what? I'm sorry, you guys. You shouldn't have to put up with more than 4 paragraphs of useless monologuing. I expect more from myself than mindlessly babbling about trivial crap.
Oh, gosh, I just had the sad realization that that's a great description for this entire blog: "myself mindlessly babbling about trivial crap."
Now I'm depressed.
But don't hate me because now it seems like I'm putting myself down just to get you to tell me that my blog isn't annoying or trivial. I'm not digging for compliments here.
Now i sound like someone who regularly engages in compliment-digging.
What kind of a sick person writes about doing/does that?
Is said sick person actually just doing that right now?
I need to stop writing before I hurt myself.
Love always/as long as I'm still sane [but even then I guess I'd still love all of you (pshaw. All 3 of you) Oh crap I'm doing it again.]
Remind me never to write again unless I have a solid idea,
Alyssa
