stephannie

This post site is stuck in a 6 by 6 foot hole of boredom. I have nothing interesting to write, in fact I feel as though any splinter of creative thought and smart assness has disappeared from my life and i'm stuck wondering what it is that is keeping me alive. Everyday I wake up and bring some stuff with me to the beach and lay there. Here are my choices in no particular order:

ipod
catch - 22
write postcards
write project journals
roll over

I'm losing my mind not having any work to do and I don't know if you can understand this but it kind of snowballs into not wanting to do anything. A combination of too much sleep and laziness has taken over and all I'm trying to do is make it until Saturday. I will be hiking for 4 days in the Bulgarian mountains with my uncle and a bunch of old "hippies".
There feel sorry for me.

Isn't it strange that your life flip flopping upside down and left and right when you are just simple living at home is more dynamic and exciting than mine, and I paid 237286328 dollars for an exotic experience. I know I'm being a little snobby, I've had a lot of fun up til now. Thing is I'm not even on the villa anymore, I'm in a stuffy apartment on the beach where the sea is too cold for swimming. Just the sight of that crystal blue water makes me furious.

I wanna be sitting at a bon fire, watching the sweet peas grow
Im glad time flies when you're young, so that I can fly home soon and do all that.
Noodles at lake padden, BBBBBBQQQtofu. Making some money.
scoring pizza slices from Rudy's.
economics 207..history...
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I love my house in the summer time and this is the first time I'll be sharing it with someone, aww how special.

Ah girl cheer up just hang out til Saturday. Actually these last few days will probably be the last, and even now I always got a bike ride in the evening to look forward to. Two days after we return from our trip I'm packing my things and getting on a bus to Greece to meet up with Callie, Kendall, Lulu, and Claire. Oh how that will be just niiiiiiiiiice. I'm not stressing it at all, not that I tend to, but someone else is doing all the planning and I don't know what I'm getting into or where we are going until I'm in Greece. Thats just fine with me.

I keep having these dreams about Brazilian men. Maybe we are making a geographical mistake in our plans?? Just kidding. I hope and hope and pee my pants a little that central/south America becomes a reality this September. Even though I know it will.

Well my uncle is home, I can hear him swearing at the door. He always comes home with sweets for me now, after my grandpa made me cry by saying I was getting fat.
Sweet uncle, sweet grandpa.