I Don't Even

I don't know what to write. I'm making it look like I'm blogging, but I'm really not. Not at all.

There is no point to what I'm doing. I'm probably not going to even post this. I'm sitting here with my family and a family friend, listening to them reminisce about college years, and weddings, and all that jazz.

It's all very fascinating.

I feel bad, because I haven't been doing anything lately, but I still can't come up with anything to blog about. All I can come up with is a blog post about how I can't write a blog post.

This is becoming a bit of a problem.

But I know I will get over this. Especially once school starts again in like...a month or three. I dunno when fall semester starts, and I don't feel like looking it up but I've been out for a month, so that's bound to mean something.

*Mom- I really want to add to this but I'm at a loss.

Glad you chimed in there, Mom.

There's a cupcake container on the table with four little cupcakes left, and it was full when the night started. We've turned into cupcake-eating monsters as of late. If there's ever a noticeable lack of cupcake in the house, some magical vortex seems to open up immediately, depositing a new batch of delicious, sugary pastries into our house. That, or my mom goes to the store and buys them.

I'm beginning to regret not wearing pants again.

This time it's a combination of bugs and cold, rather than just bugs, but this time, I'm not getting up to get them. I'll stick with my shorts, thanks.

Anyway, I said absolutely nothing in this post, but I felt the need to actually post something, so here it is. Sorry about this. Ignore it, really. I'll have something substantial soon.