Stats Suck Sunday June 30, 2008
Up until this point, a total of zero people have come by this blog today. I mean, my stats usually suck…but this is awful. Stats really do suck on Sunday!
Random thoughts on Sunday:
- We put my dog up for adoption (he was destroying the house and even the doggie obedience school people couldn’t train him). It’s weird not having him here…I can leave food on the table, and can leave my bedroom door open. Old habits are hard to break! I miss him already. He’s stubborn…but awesome.
- I’m leaving for NY on Tuesday. One of the things on My List is to see a game in Yankee Stadium before they knock it down at the end of this season. They’re playing the Red Sox, though, and while that would make actually seeing the game even more exciting…it has also made getting tickets impossible.
- I wish I was allowed to carry something heavier than 5 lbs (doctor’s orders). I can’t move my laptop on my own.
- High school wasn’t much fun, and somehow I still managed to come away with the most amazing group of friends.
- Let it go, let it go, let it go. I need God to teach me how to do that.
- yay, NEW YORK!
- One of those aforementioned high school friends has been trying to get me to like soccer. It hasn’t happened…but I did record the EURO2008 final today so I could watch it later when I was home…but during the Cubs game tonight, the Sportscenter update gave away the results. It’s not even worth watching now. (If it even was before. I’m not convinced!)
- Baskin Robbins got rid of my favorite ice cream flavor. Strawberry Cheesecake. Jerks.
- Actually, cookie dough is my favorite flavor. But strawberry cheesecake is was the best at Baskin Robbins.
- I got locked out of my house today. That wasn’t fun. I felt like my 12 year-old self, coming home on the bus to realize my house key wasn’t in my backpack. Now that I’m away at UF most of the time, my cousin moved into my room. I gave her my key, and I use a fancy keypad thing on the garage. But that broke today. And not ONE of the other 6 people who live in this house were home. Go figure.
