I suck at American blogging.

Probably because I have, like, things to do. And no one's reading this, and I don't feel like I have to update people about what I'm doing halfway around the world...since I'm not there anymore.

Spent a lot of time at home doing a lot of nothing. Seriously. I can't even recall what it is I did for four weeks. Because I certainly wasn't reading or working out very much. I don't think I slept that much. I didn't really hang out with anyone. I watched TV. But, like, 4 weeks? Hmm.

I'll skip all of the unimportant things. Right now it's 11:30, I've finished class and softball (we had morning practice). I'm sort of overwhelmed by all the freshmen, and I'm really very upset about my state of fitness/softball skills (slash lack thereof). I'm having trouble with REALLY simple things, which is so annoying...and I don't remember having problems with being out of shape. I just didn't really remember what that felt like (but I certainly know NOW). So that's sort of a disaster.

Life in the Russian house is fab. I love my room, even if I need to clean it/finish decorating it.

I want to get some iced coffee, and I need to put some gas in my car. I'd take my Harry Potter and read with my iced coffee, but I'm probably going to get some from Dunkin Donuts. And although if you are sitting in a Dunkin Donuts that is JUST a Dunkin Donuts reading, that is acceptable, it's not really acceptable to sit at one of the two tables in the Middlebury Dunkin Donuts/Mobil gas station. So I have to move to plan B. I'll update as this thrilling story unfolds.

Homecoming.

This is really more of a post just to post, rather than me having something to say. I didn't want to just have an empty blog.

My parents said I should keep one in America too, in order to remember all the things I do, because I frequently forget. Which is a good idea. I sort of thought the whole online blog after middle school thing was pretty lame, but after being abroad the idea sort of grew on me. Also all the fun and hilarious things that happen to me I never remember. And the ridiculousness level of my life is pretty high, meaning that these things should be documented.

I came home to find 2 parents completely addicted to Curb Your Enthusiasm and no food in the house with the exception of the 10 boxes of hot chocolate my mom bought. This is not an exaggeration (the no food is an exaggeration, the hot chocolate is not).

And we're watching Ratatouille now. Time to go.