Sunday, Jul. 27, 2003

Juillet

Whew. I just returned home after being away for . . . a long time. I haven't counted the days although I know that July is nearly over and this month had just begun the last time I was home for a significant amount of time. Usually I hate mundane entries where people just enumerate all of the things the writer has done that day, or week, or in my case, month. But, what the hell, I feel like doing that now, since I hardly ever write in this thing anymore anyway.

After I got home from Canada, I went to the Shenandoah Valley in VA with my family and my cousin Andrea's family, and had an amazing time. I went hiking for a few miles along the Appalachian trail to a peak with a beautiful view of the mountains, used my mad envirothon skills to identify trees and wildflowers, climbed up a waterfall, discussed Bush's corrupt environmental record with a forest ranger, took pictures of butterflies at Monticello, lay down in a cow pasture in a bathing suit for twenty minutes as frigid rain and lightning passed over me, saw more than one baby bear in the woods, filmed a crappy movie, and stayed up late laughing with my cousins, some of my closest friends.

Then I came home for two days, the two days of the summer that mine and Adrienne's schedule intercepted. We were going to go to a Hookah bar in Georgetown, but that plan was thwarted, so we just went to El Torro Bravo on West street and then to her hot tub. But we still had much fun.

After that I took the train down to Cary, NC to visit Kevin where I had a wonderful time visiting with his friends and family, seeing Pirates of the Caribbean, going to the mountains, to Chapel Hill, and to Quiznos. Then he drove me to the Beach where I met up with my family. It was here that I visited the historic pirate villiage of Beaufort, an Island that has no roads and no buildings save a lighthouse; played mini golf with fifteen members of my family, found countless beautiful shells, amongst other things. I did not, however, get a tan or swim much in the ocean, as the weather kind of, um, sucked. I also found out while I was there that one of my good friends from school, the girl I was planning on roomming with this coming semester, is not coming back to school and is instead fleeing to Denmark to be an Au Pair for a Danish family. Considering my past luck with roommates and how much I was looking forward to roomming with her, I was . . . disapointed, to say the least. But, she had her own personal reasons for doing so and I support her decision completely. C'est la vie, I suppose.

And now the time left in this summer is dwindling, and I would so very much like to spend these last four or so weeks making money, and hanging out as much as possible with all of my wonderful friends here in Naptown before we all go our seperate ways again. So please, call me sometime, or I'll call you, whatever. And that's the end of this entry.