2010, The year with a summer.

There is something that is currently throwing me into a fit of giggles. I refuse to tell you what. But let me just say....SHIT I forgot how hilarious this stuff is. (Sorry if there are sensitive readers out there...but it's time to face the facts. Swear words work great to get certain points across. I use them, not excessively, but wisely.) No more details. I just wanted you to know that I do, in fact, have a soul.

Let's talk about the summertime. In my past experiences, summertime is a major suckfest. When I was younger, I was a hermit. I'd stay inside all summer and not really see anybody. This was NOT HEALTHY. I was kinda sad and stuff. At least at school I could pretend I had friends or try to actively seek people out. Eh....it was elementary times. I played with my plastic animals/dinosaurs, read a bajillion books and had a semi-decent summer that way.

Then there was middle school. The summers during middle school went like this:
Day 1: "Woo summer is going to be great. I have people's home addresses and phone numbers and I'm gonna go visit them soooo much!"
Day 5: "That's right....I would need a mode of transportation to get to my friend's houses wouldn't I? Dad works all the time....and he doesn't approve of me leaving the house."
Day 16: "No one has really called me yet.....maybe they don't like me."
Day 28: "My life sucks. I hate my life."
Day 33: "Summer makes me feel stabby."
Day 34: "kjlkjflkajkldsaj" *falling into a deep pit of despair and depression over everything*
Day 35: "yay I'm hanging out with someone today!"
Day 36: "yesterday was fun. .... *over-analyze the outing* *conclude that people don't really actually like me because I messed up somehow during the outing*
Day 37: *Back into that pit of despair I go*
Day ???: "I'm going to form multiple personalities to keep me company."

Then I don't remember much after that.

High school summers were just ups and downs and doubting. Mostly doubt though. It was....not the best cup of tea. Especially last summer.

Fun Fact: I found out I'm severely allergic to severe stress. FUN TIMES.

However, I have a good feeling about this summer. I've used up 3 tanks of gas already. This means I've actually done things with my life. I don't really have the money to continue going through gas at that rate...but I DON'T CARE. I'm having a better summer.

I'm hoping this summer will be pretty awesome. So far it has. It should...keep doing that.

I can feel that doubt and paranoia creeping back up again though. It is really not a pleasant feeling. It's unfortunate that these feelings have been mostly right throughout my life as well.

Bah. Maybe I'm just hungry and missing the delicious and oh-not-so-cheap college food. We had a catering service bitches! (What? You are offended by my swearing? Calm down. I did not really mean that you all are bitches. It's just an ending to a sentence in this case. It's like an underlined exclamation point.) I really do miss that food though. So much variety!

Or maybe I just really have paranoia. I really need to get on solving that.

oh and...I'm sorry that I was so sassy to my more sensitive viewers.

~AM