Hi there and welcome. It seems like a lot of effort to reread my posts so they're all completely unedited and likely typo filled. Learn to love it. You're getting to read my unfiltered and shameless thoughts. Enjoy! -Avery SPACE
Redemption Island is back. A single tear rolls down my face. Will finish up my Survivor drafts upon return from the dentist.
This is the only one of Adele’s songs that I like. Hadn’t heard it for some time and it came on while I was driving home from class in Lowell. It’s one of those songs that my voice sounds really good while singing, but only in my head. Anyone who has driven in the car or shared a bottle of wine with me should know that.
I did a quick scroll through my recent posts just now because I feel like I haven’t posted much lately. The overall theme of them? Complaining. Holy moly am I a Negative Nancy on here! The thing is, I haven’t been posting much of my entries because they’re not quite done. Most of the Happy Avery entries are long and rambly and have a paragraph or two left. I’ll finish em up soon so you will actually believe that my summer’s been nice.
It makes me smile when you comment on kinda old posts. I’m watching Pitch Perfect right now because you said it was good. Have a nice day at work! Metallurgists fo’ lyfe.
I’m not sure if you’ll actually consider yourself a metallurgist anytime, but I’m sticking with it because I like the l-l-u-r-g letter combo a lot.
What up with your water smelling like sulfur all the time? Not just the tap, but rainwater and dew too. It’s one of those things I’m only noticing after being gone for so long. Like accents. And skinny roads. Yikes. But at least it doesn’t TASTE like sulfur coughGeorgiacough. Maybe this’ll be answered at my new jobbbbbbbbbb with the Ipswich River Watershed Association.
I’m planning on writing up some more…..write-y blog posts this weekend. I have a buttload of recent introductory paragraphs in my drafts: tea parties, Mother’s Day, Survivor, sports, giving blood, music. THEN you’ve got the abandoned drafts: Georgia, the marathon bombings, snakes, remaking books, big ears, Oscar movie opinions, The Cape, fracking, etc. Maybe writing’s not for me. But I’ll keep on giving it the old Professor Calamitous try!
Let’s decide that the existence of captchas isn’t horrible enough. Before entering a website, the world should have to watch a commercial that unlocks a captcha code. Then you may enter.
Thursday night’s concert buddy fell through. Now I’m lacking a place to stay in Boston and a buddy to go to the concert with. Considered browsing the yearbook for possible friends. I’ve now hit what I would like to be my low point in summer less than a week in. Most certainly will not be the low point however. Words are pretty darn tricky right now and the only possible concert buddies I have who would end up reading this are in either another state or country. Coolcoolcool.