I heard that on the radio today. You know what they were talking about? Summer. Which made me very very sad. I have been pretty deeply in denial this year about the end of my favorite season. I have even been turning up my nose at the pretty colors that are starting to creep into the trees and wishing they would go away. I think I will get over it. But I'm going to keep pouting for at least another week. And a half. (I think once it becomes October, you're not allowed to call it summer anymore.)
I just saw a commercial suggesting that kids are getting "buzzed" (think alcohol) from certain songs which they are downloading on the internet. It's called "i-buzzing." Wow. I don't even know what to say about that.
I can't decide if I should officially have a boyfriend or not. It occurred to me recently that I haven't really wanted to be called someone's "girlfriend" since I was about 17. After you get hurt once or twice, the title starts to lose its splendor. Since then I've kind of had to be talked into it. Or have just avoided it altogether for something nameless and casual. Or more recently, traded it in for my status as an independent lady. Not sure if I'm quite ready to give that up. But then again, sometimes I am.
I have a bug bite on my elbow that I got while I was scraping tree sap off of my car yesterday. Tree sap is a terrible thing. Avoid it at all costs.
I am planning to do something a little bit sophisticated in the near future and go to the theater in Boston. I want to see Wicked. I don't think I can say that I've officially been "to the theater." Call me a nerd, but I'm excited.
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