it's already august 1st. almost august 2nd. where the hell has this summer gone? i feel like i was just taking finals and packing up my quadlyfe, ready to live on the west coast best coast for the summer. but then again if i really think about it, it also feels like i have been working for 8 weeks, spending too many nights in, and realizing how much more exciting life is in my #CTL. however, sunday sparked the most anticipated week of summer.
i'm a big fan of shark week, even though it interrupted my entourage schedule last night. i just can't get enough of crazy people that jump underwater in shark cages just to get a good picture. or of 15 sharks feeding on a dead whale in the middle of ocean. or of sharks that jump out of the water and eat birds. or people loosing limbs during shark attacks. i think you get the point. it actually makes me feel lucky that i can't swim, let alone surf, and chances of me getting attacked by a shark are slim to impossible. i also feel lucky that by the end of the week i feel like i know enough information about sharks to write a damn book.
sorry if this seems like a scatterbrained post, but i'm distracted by the Real Housewives reunion, helping by credibility as a certified couch potato. hopefully something more exciting will happen tomorrow. maybe i'll find my husband at summer camp.
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