I Know Where The Summer Goes

Or so claims Belle & Sebastian. I, personally, have no idea. What have I done? I think I read a bunch of books and watched even more movies. I turned my family on to Freaks and Geeks. I had an infertility scare. I again considered becoming a doctor, which I initially scrapped because my biology teacher loathed me for being "poor" (I wasn't, my dad had just died and me lookin' cool wasn't at the top of anyone's must-do list--even mine) even though I was always the #1 student in class. I started a bunch of short stories and then got depressed and did not finish them. I edited my short film together (to keep the theme going, I decided once and for all not to go to film school, yes, because I am a loser who is not good enough wah boo hoo). I received many backhanded compliments about my weight loss. I was able to start running again. I revived this blog. I enjoyed "Pineapple Express" more than everyone in the world, apparently. I got a photo sold, sort of. I got into Rutgers Law and told them "no thanks right now." I saw a Nationals game in their new stadium (and was reminded of how much I love DC). I realized that I am approaching fluency with my French. And several dozen other things I am sure I am forgetting. Oh! And how could I forget the inexorable press on one's heart that is the feeling of time slipping, slipping away from you. That kept happening a lot!

A good alternate title for this post would be "Fun with Giant Blocks of Texts."