“Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans”

I've found that as soon as things kick into gear, this blog goes dead.  Completely.  Sometimes I even forget that it exists.  As for the 50 days thing?  Yeah, I'm over it.  The facemorph was weird and then I just got bored and it started feeling like an obligation, not something enjoyable.  Back to regular blogging.

Today, on my day off, I went out to the outlets with Erik, to the mall to fill out rehire paperwork for Brookstone (I will never really leave them...this is the fourth time I've gone back, even if it is just for one week), and then we went roller blading.  Holy. Cow.  It was such a simple little thing, skating from Erik's house to the bike path through the soccer fields, but I got my trash kiiiicked.  Hills are not my friends.  Going up them is not fun.  Going down them is a death trap.  However, I only fell once, so that's got to count for something.

Roller blading is rad, but it's exhausting.

Check out these bad boys.  Their previous owner was an eleven year old boy.

"Deep summer is when laziness finds respectability"

Having not spent a summer at home since I graduated from high school, I seem to have forgotten the wonderful joys of summer in California. I've gotten used to the hustle and bustle of classes in the summer, going to the freezing and disgusting Rigby lake for refreshment, and not having air conditioning (in my apartment or my car.)

Being home is so different. This week instead of stressing about finals and clean checks and moving home, I went swimming and to a BBQ with my family, and I played at the park with my niece and nephew. I made meals with tons of fresh fruits and vegetables and I stayed out late at the movies with my friends. It's a wonderful feeling. It hasn't been excruciatingly hot and the pool is always in the backyard.

I've been to the beach this summer more than I have been in the past three years. It's glorious. I love the beach. I love California. I love that I live so close to Los Angeles that I can go do fun things on the weekends just because it sounds like fun at the time. I love that there are endless amounts of Dodger games and bonfires to attend. I love that my swimming suits hardly have enough time to dry before I grab them from the edge of my shower and go out to swim again.

It feels lazy. It feels wonderful.

Summer, I missed you.