it's too bad that chrysanthemums are not very pretty.
because the name is amazing.
there's a children's book where a little mouse's name is Chrysanthemum.
i have no idea why i went through the trouble to type/link that.
it doesn't matter at all.
but my blog is BORING people.
i have nothing to say. i don't want to be one of those people who say
they have nothing to say,
but then they actually do.
but i will try my hardest.
i went to a wedding and saw lots of old friends.
i miss rachel and erica more than ever.
we shared some good laughs at QT.
laughs that i haven't had in a long time.
there are two more weeks of summer school left.
and i am BU-SY.
writing papers is practically my existence.
that and watching the o.c.
maybe that's why i have nothing to say anymore.
i write papers about who cares what
and then get caught up in fake fake people's lives. (fake = fictional, fake = shallow)
it's so bizarre how this summer feels SO much different than last summer.
like everything seems different.
and even though i am living in a place for more than a year
(first time in 5 years)
it still seems so different.
which isn't a bad thing i don't think.
just,
different.
that's about all i have.
except that it's the 22! greatest day of the month.
oh and amy, i'm going to bed now.