It is sooo hot out. (think around, oh 80 degrees-completely unbearable for Alaskans) And I am way too brain dead to even try and think of a topic to write about, you you’ll just have to ‘xcuse that and be satisfied with my rambling. Ha. So….um…. among other non-important things…

I have recently acquired a love hate relationship with my brother’s new electric guitar. It’s cool because I mean, hey, it’s an electric guitar, and EVERYONE knows, anything which has the words electric and guitar in its name has to be awesome, correct? Simultaneously however, my brother’s guitar is also quite loud, which means it carries the potential to continually interrupt my concentration during study sessions. Which is really, really, really annoying.

This week, I think I might have figured out a plan for college. I’m still gonna run it by my counselor and see what they think, but so far, I like the idea. A lot. I’d stay in state, major in a low residency MFA creative writing program, and graduate with a master’s degree in 3 years. Oh, and my training/ courses/ work aren’t on campus, it’s distance education, more or less. Therefore, I’m not stuck in a classroom for endless hours several times a week. Sweet? Yes, I think so. It definitely fits me. This just might work.

In two weeks I get to hang out at my church for the whole day, serving coffee between services. I am totally excited! And yes, only I could be so thrilled about something as dorky as this. Oh well.

I am convinced homework is out to get me. I have simply far too much, and hardly enough time…. which means I might not get to go up to Talkeetna this weekend. I am so, so, so, so disappointed for so, so so many reasons. But really, I have no one to blame for this but myself. I’m suppose to know the official verdict by tomorrow night, which feels like a million years away. Grr.

If the weather forecast is right and Alaska has 10 more days of heat, I really am going to be losing a lot more sleep than I planned. Yuck. I like warm weather, but when it’s like, 70 degrees at 1:15 in the morning…. that’s just too much for this Siberian. You might as well just ship me back to Russia. At least I have iced tea and popsicles, though.

To conclude this ever so pointless post, I shall close with a quirky fact…. (I found this on the bottle cap of my iced tea, fyi) Did you know, that your breathing rate increases when you start to type? Weird….

I’m now off to bed…. to sleep. Or maybe just toss and turn a lot, and wish I were somewhere a LOT colder. Current temperature? 72. I wish this was a joke.