Men talk of killing time, while time quietly kills them.

Hey. It's been a while. As usual for me.
I think it's funny that for a while, all of my friends were blogging, and now no one does. Except me. With all my typos. Sigh.
So that book I'm writing hasn't gotten much longer. Just a few pages. I came up with another idea though. I've been watching a lot of Doctor Who, mourning the days of a summer now almost completely gone. Though I did much, I feel as though I should have done more. For instance, I still don't have a tan. Which sucks.
What I did do was a road trip from Capitola, California, to Norman, Oklahoma with my Uncle Rex and Aunt Lucy. We went to San Francisco, Yosemite, Las Vegas, etc. I don't feel like going in to detail or listing every place so I'm not. I also did a 4-day field hockey camp at a local college, a two week Chinese Culture class at a different local college, and went to the beach for a while. But it wasn't ENOUGH. Also I now have to begin waking up at the ungodly hour of 5 30 in the morning, which I'm not sure how I'm going to do when I have learned to turn off the alarm clock in my sleep.
I have been decorating my room some, which is a slight accomplishment. And framing pictures. And being tired.
Did you know how wonderfully clever and amusing Kim Possible is? I didn't realize how many jokes I'd missed or how I'd seen nearly every episode- perhaps there are three I have not seen before. Being little and young goes by so quickly, and we spend so much of that time wishing to grow up.
Isn't Dion Boucicault's quote quite clever?