Thought Bubbles

Lately I've felt a little awkward about blogging. Even though I've had things to say.

I type them up and then let them languish in my draft box. Or I post them, only to pull them off the site a little while later.

I don't know why.

Paragraphs just aren't appealing to me right now.

Yesterday I went to Home Depot and bought a garden pond kit. A 60 gallon kit with a pump and filter. It retailed for $89 at one time. I paid $28 for it. Really, how could I pass it up? Where to put it is the next question. We're leaning towards expanding the bird retreat with it.

The weather is fantastic. Perfect for my mental state! There are not enough words to express how much I love spring and summer.

Tomorrow I have classes again. And an advising conference. A paper due. I'm not looking forward to any of it. I said I was going to read regular books and do all of these glorious things on spring break. I did none of it. Just sat around in my pajamas all day long. Not a bad set up in the grand scheme of things I suppose.

The death of Natasha Richardson is still bothering me. I just can't seem to grasp how her family is dealing with it right now. One minute she's fine and the next minute she's brain dead?! Can you imagine? But who hasn't fallen, hit their head, and thought they were perfectly fine? Crazy stuff.

My best couponing deals this weekend were free quaker rice cakes and 99 cent boxes of really good granola bars.

I still haven't decided what to do about my camera situation. But trust me, the fact that I had one and then sent it back is as odd to me as it must sound to you all. I know it's weird.

Good news: my car got a new battery last week! Bad news: it of course still has a MAJOR under the hood/engine problem. Still not sure how that's going to work out. Don't really care anymore to be honest.

And finally: what is the purpose of a 5 year reunion? Especially in the age of Facebook? Chances are I already know what you're doing with your life, whether you're still in school, where you work, if you're married, what your children look like if you have any. So what? But maybe I'm just cynical.