This summer has really been kind of depressing.
I haven’t gone to the beach ONCE.
I had a job for a while and then did the pageant and other stuff…
but not ONCE have I gone to the beach.
There needs to be another really got nice day so I can go with my friends and we can go pretend we’re bacon on some hot sand.
This summer, my boyfriend has performed with his band at multiple shows, been the the beach countless times, partied with his friends countless times, gone on vacation for a week, and more.
And all I did was get a job for 5 weeks, open up a bank account, sit on tumblr all day every day, buy a car, get my license, play my flute for fun, and do the occasional preparations for the pageant.
Why. Why I ask you. Why.
Choosing a date for my open house is so hard.
I could do it June 16th, but I’m not sure.
I could do it July or August, but how many people would still be around and not on vacation or away for something else? There’s two people I know of that already have June 16th, but I don’t really feel like going to theirs unless just briefly.
Harrrrrrrrd.
