I'm currently annoyed. I'm annoyed that I spent my summer studying, writing papers, and waking up at 8:30 for classes every morning. I'm annoyed that I didn't get the memo...you know...the memo that says summer is for vacations, RELAXATION, friends, and the pool? The one every other college student seemed to get.
For some reason the thought of getting some classes out of the way appealed to me more than the thought of a real summer. I have no idea why. I mean, this is the only point in my life where I get a three month break. In the real world, those don't happen for marketing executives (which, watch out world, is what I plan on being one day)
I'm regretting it, to say the least. Regretting the class time & mental stimulation. I wish I would have relaxed, traveled, and been more spontaneous.
I'm not saying I didn't have a good summer. I went to DC to see the boyfriend (he is so dang cute/amazing/hilarious), Vegas with my BFF (fun doesn't even begin to describe that trip), spent a crazy amount of time with my girls, went to Colorado to see the fam, and went to too many concerts to count.
Vegas with Molly
Modest Mouse Concert
Visiting the boyfriend in DC
Enjoyed time with Chocolate in Colorado
Went skiing with the fam
School starts in exactly two weeks. Looks like I'll have to make up for lost time.
I'm going to make these two weeks count. Like you wouldn't even imagine.