Another month is over, and I'm looking at my post count this month with embarrassment.
In July --
Monday morning. I get on the elevator at G3. Random Guy gets on at L. RG: "You must have gotten on from the garage!!" me: "mmhmm" RG: "Cause this is the lowest regular level and I just got on and you were already here." me: "yup"
Though stranger things have been found in the hallway outside my apartment, this one caught my eye. Poor solitary unblossomed bud. Carelessly dropped without a backwards glance.
Friday was my last day at work. It feels strange tonight, Sunday, to not be worried about going to bed so I can get up tomorrow. It hasn't sunk in yet that I won't be going back. Thanks for the good times, everyone, and your support during the not so good.
I've rediscovered my love for skirts. Marylin Monroe issues aside, I can't seem to get enough of them, they're perfect in the heat.
I'm starting school again. Do you know how strange it is to be purchasing textbooks?
Harry Potter 6 is out. And why haven't I read it yet? Because I'm insane and have decided to reread books 1-5 first. Yeah. I'm in the middle of book 3 right at the moment, but I'm sure it will be 4 by tomorrow.
To those of you that say lists are a cop-out: Ppppppppbbbbbtttt. :)