Apostrophic Chunder

Oh how I do love these careless moments spent outdoors in the summertime. Somehow I've managed to get about six fleeting carefree moments this whole summer. The rest of the time we've had plans. We've had so many plans, and the remaining weekends of July and August are already so gone, I'm actually looking forward to going back to school so I can have an excuse to hide out and hermit until Christmas. This has absolutely nothing to do with my family and friends because I love them to death. I just need some time and space to think about STUFF. Commuting to school I suppose I will have plenty of time to do just that, and listen to some books on tape, and some lectures if I can work out a worry free recording setup. But what *have* I been doing all summer you ask? Good question, Blog. You're transparent, you know. You're just biding your time, hoping and praying that you will not be decommissioned with the next round of harebrained balderdash that catches my whimsical fancy. I've got good news blog. I've decided to embrace nerdlyness so you just might make it. Anyway, I've been struggling to find that sweet spot where I can get to the beach, we don't have plans, I don't have to work, and the surf isn't flat. It's not panning out. The closest I got was last night watching a King of the Hill episode in which Bobby is harassed by the fake wave "locals" at a waterslide park. Oh yeah, I also achieved the following username on FB: Barney Haole. In the past I have had good experiences with documenting my wishes to the universe in writing - so here goes. I would like to ride some waves this summer. Thanks.