Summer is Ending

My life is feeling super dull right now.

Everything I do is just... Blah.

I even went to Europe for two weeks in the middle of July and I hardly have any stories to tell.

How completely lame is that?

It's not that my trip was boring. No, it was fantastic actually and I didn't want to leave and I hate that I'm back in Kentucky. Just nothing freakishly interesting happened, with the exception of getting tipsy with a former teacher, his husband, my sister and our tour guide.

After Europe, the only interesting thing that happened to me this summer was the 5th series of Doctor Who.

Anyway, summer is reaching the end. I only have three more weeks of my last summer vacation ever. I'm going to graduate college in May and I'm so not ready.

I'm going to have to start paying my student loans soon. What the hell?

These last few weeks are going to be filled with books I want to read before the semester starts and planning for English and Philosophy Club. Not exactly thrilling, but it's something.

In other news, I'm watching Sherlock right now and it's fantastic and I'll probably watch it another 5 times this week.


ETA

Fact 1: I'm basically terrible at this blogging thing.

Fact 2: I deleted this the first time I posted. Fail.

European Adventures

These are the "stories" I told about my various European Adventures.


London: "We went to the London Eye and we saw Big Ben, then we saw Wicked." (Possibly my most interesting story.)

Travel from London to Paris: "We took the ferry and Sis and I fell asleep in the cafe."

Paris: "We went to La Musee d'Orsay and then the top of the Eiffel Tour."

Travel from Paris to Berlin: "I slept 12 hours on the night train."  & "There were cows on the tracks."

Berlin: "There are so many street trees! Love!" & "Beer!"

Prague: "I saw a club called Hot Peppers: Gates to Hell!"

Budapest: "I bought the coolest fighter pilot goggles ever at the coolest antique shop ever."

Bratislava: "We ate lunch there on the way to Vienna."

Vienna: "It got really cold there on our last day." & "We went to this concert/ballet/opera thing. It was cool."


This is how all of my fiction reads, which is why I don't let it see the light of day.


Fact: When I showed some of my friends the pictures from my trip (they asked to see them), they would ask "What's that?" referring to some building or something. My response: "I don't actually remember."