FIRST ENTRY

<--- Me and my hero. I call him "daddy"
You just gotta love new entries. And the first are usually the best. I don't know why, but I always love starting something new. Writing something for the first time on a fresh, blank page. Unless I have nothing to say. Which isn't very often; I've been told I can be a chatterbox (I'll admit it's true. When I'm up late and I'm very tired, or when I've had too much caffeine, I can be a blabbermouth), but there are times when I run out of words. But the first time I write something down I usually have lots to say.
Like now, for example. An online journal of sorts holds quite a few possibilities. And I wonder what I should say. I have lots to say, but what should I say first. Summer's at an end. And that makes me sad. I had an amazing summer for the first time in years. It was completely relaxing in almost every way. I had the house to myself for nearly a month and I found out that I love living by myself! I should do it more often :)
This summer was a summer of many weddings; thankfully I wasn't in any of them! But I had fun going to them. They were like mini highschool reunions. The only thing about it is that you see these people again and you catch each other up on what you've been up to, and you say you'll keep in touch, but you both know you never will. So what's the point? There is none. Why even bother talking to people that you haven't talked to since graduation? Maybe because it's a flashback to something that was very familiar and in a world of constant changes it's nice to have a reminder of something slightly comforting. All I know is that too many people got married this summer! But congratulations to them. The reunions were fun.
My little sister moved out today. She's now living in the dorms. It doesn't make much difference to the household though. She's been gone for nearly the entire summer already. But I will miss not having her at home. She brings a lot of chaos into the house that usually keeps me on my toes. I guess I'll have to find a new form of exercise now! And Jana leaves tomorrow. She's been home for a week, but it's back to UofM for her. She's trying to convince me to go there next fall and with their history program being what it is, I'm thinking about it. But a year is a long ways off, so I'm not thinking too deeply just yet. Although time has a tendency to creep up on me so I better not let it go for too long.