Well, the past few weeks have been just a flurry of events (I don’t know why I keep saying “flurry” — I’ve even just used it in a story I wrote for the DI). I think I’ve endured more drama, stress, work, and random other shit in the past week than I’ve ever had this year, or at least that’s what it feels like.

Matters concerning the heart are so confusing. There are times where I feel like I’m in a situation that needs to be dealt with immediately; and there are others where I just want nature to take its course. I had a conversation today that put things into perspective about a certain boy and a certain impending trip. I still don’t know what I want to do about our predicament, because it’s hard to think about such a difficult future when the present’s being so good. Then again, the present isn’t being very fun when you know the future is going to be difficult.

It’s strange how working tonight has been rather therapeutic. Unlike last night in the newsroom, where I was ready to fall asleep at 7 in the evening, I was listening to jazz and NSync and chatting with my co-worker Anna. I don’t know how it is I’m feeling better (not less stressed, thoughly, sadly enough) about some things, but now I’m a little more determined to get some things done.

I don’t know what the next few days are going to bring me. I’m a little scared to find out.

Funny how I only ever take the time to write in here whenever, for a variety of reasons, my life just absolutely sucks.

And it’s mostly my own fault. I stopped caring about certain things, stopped trying, and just procrastinated procrastinated procrastinated. And because of that, I’m slacking on my school and my work. I don’t know why I can’t bear to care anymore. I’ve had quite a few distractions, admittedly, but I don’t want to be one of those people who use their personal lives as excuses. But here I am, doing so.

My distractions have been both good and bad. Actually, it’s really the good that has been distracting me the most, nicely consuming my time and thoughts. The bad, which only erupted in my face rather recently, has given me motivation to stop slacking, because it seems that reading for class and doing work is a pretty good distraction from the bad.

It’s like once something good in life happened, something bad had to follow to keep everything in balance. Which, seriously, gives one reason to pause and think, “What the fuck?”

bumplum is a year old today.

And…that is about all I have time for right now. Toodles!

My summer’s nearly a month old, but I still feel like it’s barely started. Which doesn’t make sense, because I’ve had more crazy shit happen in the past few weeks than the past two semesters combined.

Well, here’s my official toast to you, Summer of 2010. Here’s to more nights where friends drunkenly lock themselves in the bathroom. Scoping out the bars, going on the prowl. Finally finishing up that bottle of Bacardi 151.

Here’s to running across Frat Park in the middle of the afternoon to get ice cream from the ice cream man (who knew they were around on college campuses?). Swimming at the ARC and checking out all the hot guys. Crashing your next-door-neighbors’ house parties.

Here’s to trying to see how many free drinks you can score off of boys at Cly’s. Cheering for the Blackhawks at Firehaus. Trying new drinks because you just happened to pull a #30 out of the pitcher at Joe’s (tequila water = disgusting).

Here’s to baking even more brownies. Random daytime activities, like going to the Krannert Art Museum and interviewing people on the Quad. Late night chick flick marathons that turn into Guitar Hero and pokey stix at 3 in the morning. Pregaming for things like the midnight show of Sex and the City 2.

Here’s to chatting up one of the SafeWalk student patrols on the corner of Fourth and John and listening to his adorable accent. Singin’ in the rain. Catching up on all my shows like Lost and Grey’s Anatomy.

Here’s to every drink special we have taken advantage of: $5 Fishbowls, $1 jager bombs, $1 shots, $3 martinis, $2 you-call-its, $2 beer specials, and god knows what else. And here’s to my liver most likely giving out on me at the end of the summer.

Disclaimer: I swear I’m not alcoholic. I just like to have fun.

Anyone ever get that feeling where you know you have a shitload of items on your To Do list, but you have no idea where to start? More importantly, you can’t even accomplish some of the stuff on that list in the first place without other extraneous factors getting in the way?

My To Do list has become quite extensive. It’s even branched off into other secondary lists. But the frustrating part is that I haven’t been able to cross a single thing off all day. For one thing, I don’t know where to start. Or rather, I can’t decide on where to start. For another, a lot of the things on my list depend on things such as location hours of the places I need to go, the weather (the fact that it’s 90 degrees outside is not making me rush to leave this apartment), and people calling me back (which none have done, sadly enough).

Literally, right now I’m pacing back and forth in this apartment thinking of what to do first. What to do about the items I’m not sure I can do on time. Once again, I’ve put myself into positions that could easily have been avoided, but me and my silly self could not avoid them.

This is not the great start to summer that I had envisioned. Fuck.