Whatehvs, Govnah'

Tonight is sort of a "Remember the Alamo" night, as the last volley of children prepare for the imminent doom to come to them tomorrow.
Schooldays strike again.

Haha.
Except for me of course. I still have a solid seven days left. It makes me feel sorrier for them though. It's not their faults that they can't be coolieo hipster home schoolers. Nonetheless, I've been prepping myself for the oncoming surge of despondency. It's been so long since I've actually had to work, so I'm intimidated by the prospect.

I haven't really been productive in any way. I put away my clean clothes. I twiddled with my other site. Also, I made a playlist of my happy mood songs.

 

I'm just so proud of myself.

Splishy splishy splash. Sweat and sun and swimming pools are still going on down here. Yesterday I played a solid four games of floor hockey, and now I'm a beat-up mess. Unfortunately, we failed to take the cup, and were left in the dust, wheezing our lungs out. Good job anyway, I s'pose. If you must know, four games in a row is a bit taxing.

And so June and July leave us with naught but memories of sweet and sour times. August is the final hurrah, and it's halfway over. And even though I'm amazed at the speed time flies at, I still find that it feels like ages ago that I returned from New Orleans in early June---or even New Mexico late last month.

Although I'm not a fan of the autumnal season, there are a few things to look forward to in the upcoming months. I daresay these things are mostly movies. Is it sad that I can't decide whether I'm more excited for The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug, or Catching Fire? Also, I'd like to go back to wearing long sleeves. I sort of miss those. For some reason I have an abundance of long sleeved-tshirts just sitting around waiting to be worn, and it's sad because long-sleeve weather only lasts from December to February around here.

So maybe it might be a while before I fold up that summery attire for good.

I'm also a little nervous for NaNoWriMo coming in November. My royal flop failure when Camp NaNo has been a bit of a discouragement, and I'm beginning to think that this whole writing thing isn't quite my forte.
Maybe I'm better off sticking with rhymes. Maybe I could publish children's books. Maybe I could be a famous elephant tamer. The options never cease.

Finally, I have (surprise) actually been doing a bit of reading.
I don't know what my deal is, but for the past...year?...or so, I haven't been able to bury my noes very deeply into books. I reasoned that it was the (horrifyingly) large stack of textbooks that I've been having to thumb through due to educational demands.
But anyway, I've been munching along, indulging myself on (surprise #2) J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter. I do admit---it's very nice to kick back and have a bit of a "just for fun" series to nibble on, and I'm enjoying it the further into the seven books I go.

Have you read any great books lately? You know, the kind that you just open for the sake of pleasure-reading and find yourself loving every bit of it? I wish I could get my hands of more of those. Make a list of good reads for me, will ya? ;)

And that's about it.
I'm excited to have a day full of doin' nothing while everyone else is doing something tomorrow.
That'll be fun

Cheerio mates,
Kismint