Summer Apathy

Hello again, dear reader. Well, it appears that I've reached that lazy point in my summer that fills me equally with boredom and apathy. I'm enjoying being a noncontributing lazy bum. I spend my days working out and babysitting; but, mostly, sitting. While I feel extremely guilty about my lack of productivity, I can't help but revel in my laziness. For whatever reason, sleeping for absurd amounts of time, watching countless hours of tv, and wearing nothing but gym shorts and tank tops has an appeal to me.


Though I continue to make a to-do list, it is getting significantly longer before it gets shorter. I simply have no motivation (which I only feel a tad guilty about). The fact of the matter is that I spent the first half of my summer working my ass off and I'm about to spend the entire fall semester doing the same thing. I rightfully should have nothing to do. So, why do I feel god-awful about it?


I have roughly one month of summer left. In that time, I'm visiting my best friend at her lake house, teaching a week-long riding camp in Wisconsin, babysitting here and there, and slowly preparing myself for my junior year of college. Time is flying. . .. and I just don't know how I feel about it.

Home Again, Home Again

Hello, dear reader!

I must apologize for the large gap in time that I have failed to blog during. Remember that god-awful job I had up in middle-of-nowhere, Maine? Well, for the first time in my life, I gathered the courage to quit something. So, peace out Readfield.


I finally decided that the job was doing nothing for my resume or my happiness; so, why bother? I'm not back at home. I'm relishing in the luxury of seeing family and friends every day. I will say that this is my first time unemployed since I was legally able to work. .  ..I feel a little anxious about that. New topic.


So, I now have four [ish] weeks with which I may do what I please. I think I'm going to work on expanding my architecture portfolio. Why not use this time to take photographs and draw? Seems like a great way to enjoy the summer. Plus, if I want to get into a good grad school, I seriously need to step it up a notch.


I think I'm also going to spend an insane amount of time working out. . . here's to a summer of self-improvement!


I hope summer is treating you well. Aside from the extreme heat (today is 116 with the heat index!), I can't complain. Now that I have more time, I will undoubtedly have more to discuss soon. In the mean time, dear Sarah Palin: Please please stop being shitty. Thanks.

I was almost killed by a moose. . . .

Well, tonight we FINALLY had an early evening off. So, naturally we drank excessively. We then went to a random field to stargaze and GO FIGURE there was a moose. Enough said. Moose are scary.

Aren't things supposed to be improving. . . ?

Alas, dear reader, I am still stuck in middle-of-nowhere Maine at a camp that should be renamed a prison. I am spending my sleep-deprived days watching over 12 demonic oompa loompas and I'm afraid I still don't like it.

I really am trying, promise! The fact of the matter is that I absolutely hate this godforsaken place and I have a continuous countdown until I get the hell out. When I was offered other jobs right before I left, I should have taken them. WHY DIDN'T I TAKE THEM?

Well, no good is going to come from me sitting here complaining. So, I hope all of you are having wonderful summers. Fortunately, my torture should continue to provide some entertainment.

Today's fun fact: A girl asked me to "fetch her soup." I spit my salad out and then replied, "Not in a million years."