I forgot all about you. About "blogging" and blogspot. About the fact that I actually had somewhere to release all my thoughts out there into the interwebz kingdom, any fleeting thought my heart could muster.
I'm so glad today of all days, I remembered you. I thank Real Simple magazine for that.
I won't explain why. Just know that I attribute much of my success and happiness to that 100+ paged wonder.
Well, when I was younger and used to journal a lot, I would sometimes forget about my journals for a week or so (yes, this is a long running habit), I would come back to them, purple gel pen in hand, and make a "Quick Summary Type Thing!" I'm not entirely sure I even knew what summary meant back then, but I needed something to help me get all my thoughts out in a short amount of time. Otherwise, who knows, my brain might have exploded. At least I felt like it. And because this is a part of me, of my past, I refuse to correct the name of the tool I used to, really, keep my self from going nuts. (Even though I really just recording my thoughts for myself.)
So, for old time's sake, here is yet another Quick Summary Type Thing!
I graduated. Wait, no. I didn't. I left school. Steffanie graduated. With her Masters degree in Counseling Ministries. Her parents were there. I really missed them. I'm a regular student again. No academic probation. I have really hard classes next semester. Ask me, I'll name them. 18 Units, I've never had that many at once. I packed up my things and moved out of the apartment. I went on choir tour. Arizona sucks. Prescott doesn't. But the rest of it does. Weird things happened over tour. It was hot. Very hot. Lake Havasu was actually Lake Hava-heat-stroke. I blame the weird things on the heat. And our bus driver, Chuck. We drove over the London Bridge. I saw where Brad cheated on Jennifer. Angela said it was the highlight of her life. Star laughed. Las Vegas was incredibly dirty. I saw boobs. And Cher. But not Cher's boobs. The Bellagio water show thing was amazing. I saw the worlds largest chocolate waterfall. I thought I was about to meet Willy Wonka. I saw baby ducks. Liz got shingles. She didn't sing for most of tour. Another girl had a breakdown. Another had a tear in her intestines. I got to stay with her in a mobile home that smelled like a litter box, old people, and cigarette smoke. Cigarette means little cigar. I febrezed the entire house, everything that was fabric got ten douses. And I even sprayed the television. It looked smelly. My favorite host home was with a jewish lady originally from New York who said the worst mistake of her life was moving to Las Vegas. She loved me. I mean, really. I think I'm in her will now. I think I'm in all my host families' wills now. I just had a good time with them. I never want to ride in a bus again. However, I don't think that is avoidable for some reason. I'm home now. My aunt and Uncle moved into our house. I would attempt to summarize that, but it might involve me getting incredibly angry at the fact that they are horrible people that take advantage of my grandparents which makes me want to get all Wrath of GOD on their asses. Pardon my french. Or english. Anyway. I'm re-decorating my room. I'm not entirely set on the colors, I keep going back and forth between two combinations. Wish me luck. I talked to Nora today for the first time in months. My mom flew to Pittsburgh to be with an ex-boyfriend. My friends Courtney and Alisha's mom is not doing well in her final battle with cancer. Courtney Stewart is graduating from high school soon. Courtney Watson is in Russia. I miss her and Steffanie terribly. They're moving soon. I miss my friends from school. I need to dye my hair. Marybeth leaves for Pondo on Tuesday. I'm sad that Mo didn't call me back in time. I'm sad she sucks at her job. I don't mean that. I'm probably starting some summer school classes soon. I just had some really good coffee.
And now I need to take a shower.
Well, that basically brings you up to date on things. I may very well expound on some of these things very very soon. Maybe I will post a link to some Choir Tour pictures so you can see all these things and people I'm talking about.
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