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It is so m-effin hot.
There was police drama across the street about an hour ago. Three armed cops busted in to my neighbors' house. I was excited, because I don't like them. As it turned out, it wasn't a drug bust or anything... their puppies set off the burglar alarm.
That's one thing I love about living in a small town-- you get to know what goes on. Otherwise, it sucks.
My journals have been lame recently, like "this happened, and this, and this," with no emotion. I've been feeling frazzled lately, anad run-down. I'm excited for the wedding, but I fear that I'll be majorly let down afterwards, because there will be nothing to look forward to. Of course that isn't true, because we'll be moving in the next few months (hopefully), but there won't be so many people and details involved. It'll just be back to work, back to school.
School is losing it's flavor for me. I just didn't go yesterday because the thought of sitting in class for four hours typing made my ears want to bleed. Right now there's just a zillion other things on my mind. Plus, my new teacher is so tedious. She's just... boring. The material isn't that exciting, granted, but neither is she.
I want to go out and do things. Even after the wedding, I'm really looking forward to this summer, going out and doing things. Emily will be a year old next month, she's much more interactive and able to do things than she was last summer. I want to go to the baach and on picnics and to the Bronx Zoo and the Baltimore Aquarium, instead of just sitting home in a dark, air-conditioned nest like I did last summer.