Meltdown

Over the 4th of July weekend, a couple of my friends, my boyfriend, and I all got ice cream. Then, we walked around outside. I had gotten two scoops on a huge chocolate waffle cone. (Did I mention this thing was huge?) My boyfriend got a cone of blue ice cream. Well, to no one’s surprise the ice cream melted…a lot. It began to leak out the bottom of our cones. We stopped walking and took some time to finish eating them, with the ice cream dripping on the ground all the while. When we were through, the ground was puddled with green and blue ice cream, but I had conquered that huge, melting goodness. I threw my fist in the air to show we had emerged victorious.

(Watch me turn ice cream into a lesson.)

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Let ’em Have it

Let me introduce to you a guy I’ll call “Sam.” Sam works in a deli near my work. He’s an older gentleman who would rather listen to stories of your life (no matter how boring) than talk about himself. While he’s listening, he’ll offer encouraging words, all the while, a generous smile spread across his face. I’ve told him about my possible career paths, and he tells his coworkers and other customers that I’m going to be famous one day, as though there is no doubt in his mind.

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Honey, I’m Home!

The move has been completed for a bit, now. What’s the next part called? Unpacking. (Ugh.) It’s a little done. It’s also a little overwhelming. It’s also not fun. Well, maybe it is a little fun. Figuring out how to decorate my new place can be a good time. Okay, so obviously I have mixed feelings about it. Half the time I want to hire a garbage man and interior decorator and say, “Have at it guys. I’ll be back in 24 hours.” Other times, I look around and think, “I could put this here and that there and OH! This would look great here.” Making this place home is going to be a good thing, and I hope to have the physical job of unpacking done by the end of the week.

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Toaster Strudels

Does anyone remember when I asked for you to tell me not to stress out about my move? Well, that time is here! I’m moving! The reason I could possible be stressing out is┬ábecause I had a week between my move out and move in dates, among other things. The thing is, today is my move in date, but it’s going to be a slow process. Half of my stuff is at my boyfriend’s house and the other half is at my parents’. (I’m trying not to think about it, to be perfectly honest.)

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