July 4th was kind of a bust. I mean, it wasn't bad but nothing too exciting happened on my trip up the Bruns. The only fireworks I saw were from a distance while driving up the Turnpike. I moved most of my furniture into the house...that was the most exciting part. My room is unbelievably small for a double...don't know how the roommate's going to fit her stuff in. Golly, this sure is an exciting blog. I've used the word exciting three times now and this is most definitely the least exciting entry ever. Interesting.

I slept over Xam's last night. I don't know. I was going to write more about it but my best friend unfortunately got this web address out of me so my blog isn't anonymous anymore. Not that I'd write anything that I wouldn't share with her....actually maybe I would. I've been thinking lately that I'm seriously going insane and I don't know if I'm ready to share that with people. I've always heard however, that if one consciously thinks they're going insane, they're probably not. I really think the solution to my inner turmoil is a nice 6 week break from my life, which is rather conveniant seeing as in a week I'll be off to Utah for exactly that. I'm getting a little concerned about how drastic my life will change in those 6 short weeks however. Like, this morning my mom told me I need to buy a 1 piece bathing suit because the public pool near where my sister lives does not allow bikinis?!?!? How archaic is that?? This should be a rather interesting trip. Also, I need to find acid in less than 7 days. May be difficult.

I'm going to go finish reading Candide for the second time.

Peace-
Stella Blue