And where is your Grandpa? He's in the trunk!

The trip to Baltimore was pretty wonderful. Watched a few movies, of which the new Will Ferrell movie is pretty funny and Little Miss Sunshine is absolutely hilarious and probably my favorite film so far this year. The casting was superb (I love Steve Carrell) and the whole thing was hysterical. It didn't try too hard, it just used the eccentricities of the characters to pull it all off. We saw it in DC after Mattison took me to the National Zoo. I've been wanting to go there for the last couple trips and it was rather nice, although slightly depressing in the way that zoos are. But it was a nice day and walking around outside was a nice change from shunning the outdoors due to triple digit heat temperatures. I got to see Mattison race yesterday as well, which is always exciting. The mountain biking experience looks pretty cool, although I'd probably be much more comfortable on a horse than a bike.

I do miss horseback riding. Or competing in general. Well, I don't miss competitive golf, because that pretty much beat the emotional tar out of me (I bet you didn't know that your emotions come from some sort of oozy dark tar). Maybe one day, in the distant distant future. Sigh.

This month is going to be busy. This weekend I need to start packing because I'm moving the majority of my stuff in the 19th and then moving myself in probably the 27th. It's pretty crazy stuff. Only three more weeks left of summer. I'm greatful to get back, but I also forget how stressed I get during the school year. I'm trying to pace myself by only working three days a week at St. Thomas and one night a week at Buca's, but we'll see. I hope I can do some super weekends and work Fri, Sat, and Sun some weekends if I need to make some cash.

I'm already worrying about everything.

I didn't run this morning, I just wasn't up to it. The forecast looks good though, low 80s throughout the rest of the week. I have a hard time adjusting. I miss Mattison. I don't know what I'm going to do with myself during Italy.

Goodness, there I go again.