Wait! What do you mean, it’s June?!

I swear, the older I get, the faster time slides by. Once, I couldn’t wait to be 18; now nearly three decades have passed!


Now I’m in the winding down stage of my college career (hopefully, it will only take three more semesters to do that), so my attention has to be focused on being a real grown up and get a job. First, I have to do an internship somewhere. I should ask about that.

But it’s June already! Scott has had his birthday, so yeah, June is here. Time to step things up… like finding a new place to live. The more I dawdle, the more the desirable apartments get snatched up by people like Larry’s son, Ryan, and his girlfriend. I think landlords like to rent to people with no credit history to bog them down. Unlike me, who has a lot of negative baggage in the credit department. Blame my divorce for a good part of that. And blame me for some of the stuff I’ve done since my marriage ended. It’s a cruel, cruel world out there, kiddies. Don’t say you weren’t warned.


My second intersession class began today. It’s called Blogging for Journalists, and that’s basically what we’re doing. Blogging.

The whole class is on Blogspot.com, because that’s where the prof has his blog. So I have yet another blog to manage for a while. I’ll still be posting here mostly, but there will be posts over there as well. Go check out Perfect Insanity. Leave a comment, give me a follow, or just poke around for a minute or two or twenty. And as always, thank you for your support.


I didn’t write anything at all this weekend, except about Scott’s birthday. I read a lot. I slept a lot. I didn’t talk to a soul on Sunday or Monday. It was almost peachy perfect.


No, there were no visits from anyone. It would have been nice to see a smiling and familiar face with his ever present goatee and soulful brown eyes. But it wasn’t to be. Maybe after I move there may be more chances to see him, but I’m not holding my breath. I honestly think he’s afraid of getting into something with me that he can’t easily extract himself from. I can understand that; I’m a little gun-shy, too. I’m not asking for a commitment, just to see a familiar face on my turf on a semi regular basis.

Besides, isn’t that what friends are for?


I’m going to wrap this up here. I have had a splitting headache all afternoon and I need to rest my eyes from all this computer stuff. No wonder I need new glasses!


I’m Stef, and this is where it’s @ !~



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