Hmmm. I haven't even been blogging for a full week and it seems that I am already running out of things to talk about. That's sad. Almost as sad as realizing just how very little I do from day to day. I've pretty much just been lounging about. Like a sloth. But then again, I AM on vacation. :) I'm sure that my blogs will start getting more interesting after I return to school on the 18th... Stuff will actually be happening, or at least, I hope.
I hung out with the fam, which was nice. I was telling my mom about "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button" and she asked me if it was based on a true story. (In the past, she has also asked the same of the first Pirates of the Caribbean movie. You know, the one with the zombies) Well, now we know who I get my gullibility from. ;) Brains come from my dad. Hahaha, but I'm sure she didn't really believe that. She just speaks before she thinks. I hope.
I hung out with the fam, which was nice. I was telling my mom about "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button" and she asked me if it was based on a true story. (In the past, she has also asked the same of the first Pirates of the Caribbean movie. You know, the one with the zombies) Well, now we know who I get my gullibility from. ;) Brains come from my dad. Hahaha, but I'm sure she didn't really believe that. She just speaks before she thinks. I hope.Tomorrow will be more exciting. I'm going to be hanging out with some friends from high school, although I don't know what we're gonna be doing yet. I'm always the person who thinks up master plans and then carries it out. I don't mind though. Somebody's gotta do it. What IS tough is that
we've been growing apart so much in the two and a half years since we graduated. Or rather I've grown apart from them. I've always been a little bit different. They live for shopping.... and... um, shopping. I like material things, but there's MORE to me than that. I'm more of a bookworm and lover of all things nerdy... like Harry Potter and Doctor Who and, well, you get the idea. To be honest, I'm not sure why I still hang out with them. Maybe it's the fear of having few friends at home. Or maybe it's because letting go means growing up.Ugh, I'm doing it again. I start out simple and then wind up really deep and philosophical. I do that a lot. One more way I'm different. But I don't think that's such a bad thing. ;)
Gotta go. Dad brought home ice cream! WOOOO! :D


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