By the way, I finished the Twilight series, all of it. And sorry, Stephanie Myer is just not JK Rowling. I still don't think it can hold a candle to Harry Potter. Interesting, intriguing, worth reading, all yes. But not the page-turner I expected it to be. Which is fine, I'm just glad other people enjoyed it so much. I'm glad I didn't buy all the books yet, though. Library waiting list has worked out just fine (and cheap!).
Well, I don't have much else to say, and you know why? The obvious reasons, such as: all I do pretty much is work at my icky job, and: we hardly have any friends (and plus we're not too social with those friends, giving lameness where our lameness is due), but also because it is one of my two least favorite months: September.
There is nothing exciting about September. Fall is coming, but it's not here yet, and the idea of it can be depressing if you live in Rexburg, Idaho and know you have to intentionally enjoy driving on pavement rather than an ice rink while you still can. It's too early to decorate for Halloween or listen to Halloween music, because you'll wear it out and get sick of it. There are no holidays. Look on a calendar; September is the month of school. You'll see pencils, rulers, apples. And even if I could be excited about school starting, well, I can't, because I don't get to go to school anymore. Jason does, but that means more time for homework and less time for me. Wah.
So, yeah. I don't sit stewing about it all day, I just felt like making a case on here. But this and January (it's still icky winter, and there is no Christmas to make it worth it) are for sure my least favorite months out of the year. Green Day put it best: Wake me up when September ends. I'm really glad it's nearly half-over.
One happy thought, though: this coming January, I'll definitely have something to look forward to! :)
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