In retrospect, starting a blog during the beginning of summer vacation, when I am forced to return to the place where internet connectivity goes to die, was not the best idea. Three months worth of Buffy the Vampire Slayer marathons and cuddling with an insane, overweight chihuahua aren't exactly newsworthy anyway.
Between moving in with Maria and Heather, starting my final senior semester of college and mourning the loss of a relationship whose time span lasted only as long as that of a gestating infant (cruel irony?), it's pretty safe to say that the mood swings I will be experiencing within the next few months will be legendary. Insert days upon days of listening to Robyn's
Dancing On My Own and Googling Jane Austen quotes because...Let's face it, bitches know what they're talking about.
On a lighter note, tonight is the night that I will scratch one of the most life-altering scribbles off my bucket list. Tonight, I will meet the Hanson brothers. Tonight, I will make direct eye contact with Taylor Hanson as he sings
Mmmbop. Tonight, I will probably leave Antone's in Austin with a plethora of bruises from each time I tried to throw myself on the stage. Tonight, I will make sure that I never again use "tonight" as many times as I did in this paragraph.
My curling iron is calling my name, so it looks like I'll be cutting this entry a bit short. I won't get a second glance from TayHan if I show up looking like a lost sewer rat.
Stay tuned, more overt sarcasm, insults and Degrassi moments to come.
