The Summer That Never Happened

I've been dreading this post for a while, but I guess there's no escaping it in the long run. "What did you do this summer?" people ask, and I ponder the answer I will give to that for a moment. Usually I give myself three options, including a long version with depressive sob stories, a short version that basically saves everyone's precious time and doesn't waste mine more than it has, and then there's the version where I swear a lot and maybe yell a little just to point out how bad it really was.

I present to you; the short version. Imagine me slowly being choked by my own boredom, trapped in a house in Oslo, on one hot summer day after another. Oh, what the heck, this is turning into the long version, and this crappy summer doesn't deserve it. I will present the main, uneventful events in a short list.

A. This one is actually the only bright spot. I went to London, with JuJu, and got to see Jason Mraz in concert. Great fun, and the only fun I had the whole summer. We were there for 4 days, and that was even a day longer than planned since we miscalculated and missed the initial flight. Fun though. See previous post for pics.

B. I... Stayed home. The weather got hotter than it's been in years, and I stayed home. From May until August. I'm getting depressed from writing this. And ashamed.

C. End of pathetic list.

See? I told you that was all this horrific summer deserved. Now one blog post summed up the entire 4 months. Now, THAT'S effectivity.

Labels: Breaks, Complaining, Minor Updates

posted by CK @ 01:57