Summer Gal reporting for duty!

Here I sit, on a white and fluffy bedspread (so I feel like I'm sitting on a cloud) writing my very first blog post. Of course, nothing could be so sweet and so trecharous as boredom. Sweet, like a lollipop or rotten sardines, because to have boredom means to have nothing to do (which is never the case during the school year). Trecharous because boredom is well, to be frank, boring. There's nothing like nerves to crank the old stomach up and get you thinking about the fact that maybe somewhere, somehow, somebody may be reading my very words. Of course, the aspirin for those nerves is to calmly remind myself that the chances of somebody ever reading this is slim at best. But hey! Slim, I'll take. Fat? Not so much.

The first task I wish to execute is to inform you that I will stick to proper punctuation and spelling to the best of my ability. If you, innocent reader, are anything like me, you may get annoyed at "OMGZ!!! TTFIG C U @ CRZ L8R!! <3 YA BTZ$!!!". I mean, what does that even mean?? And why on earth would I expect you to understand such heinous speak? I Pledge Allegience to the Written (and Unwritten) Rules of The Literary World, which may not actually exist but I'm okay with that.

I had hoped to start this summer blog with a big BOOM!! Or with a small BOOM!, depending on your outlook on how BOOM! rates. I think the perfect first adventure would be to spend 48 hours in an empty bathtub. Not only would it challenge my insanity, but perhaps it would challenge my fear of spiders as most spiders think a great place to hang out is the bathtub. I could take pillows and blankets and a few good books, maybe even a rubber ducky. The outlines of battle plans began to form in my mind, but were quickly dashed away by one realization. My family only has one bathroom. What would happen if I were to camp out in the bathtub for 2 days? Obviously, during those 2 days, somebody in my family would need to use the restroom. We have a family of five, and it is VERY likely that of the five of us, someone will need to pee or do the other. Personally, I do not want to be in that bathroom when they do. So it is with a sad heart, and a slightly disgusted heart, that I hang this dream in the IDEAS THAT SUCK AND ARE AWFUL closet.

This post is an introduction to myself, to my colorful personality, and to the boredom and randomness that haunts me. Reader, hold on to your britches (or mini-skirts, short shorts, underwear etc.) and get ready for the most confusing read of your life (if you choose to read more).

Signing off and Peace Out.

-Summer Gal // :)