Sunday some friends and I met up in Atlanta to watch the Braves play the diamond backs. Even though the Braves lost, it was really great to get to catch up with some of the ones that I haven't seen since we left school. My car was packed to the brim, and my driving skills definitely weren't their keenest, but we made it there in one piece. It started to get questionable whether or not we were going to make it there alive when we had a little visit paid by a homeless person at the Macdonald's we ate at in downtown Atlanta. We met Spencer and Ashlyn at the gate, got our tickets, and went inside. We had seats next to the Braves bullpin again (this is kind of our favorite seats). We ran into Blake and his parents, papa Parrott and mama Dee. I think I was more excited about seeing them again than anyone else. They mean the world to me, and I can't exactly put my finger on why. Amazingly enough we made it home safely after a few close scares.
I started out with plans for memorial day, but they kind of crashed and burned. So I spent that beautiful day in my bed. I still feel so lazy and worthless from laying in bed all day long. I caught up on my sleep; it's not like I was lacking in that department anyway. I could've been blogging; you know how much effort that takes? Maybe that will help you define how lazy I was being.
Today I ran all my errands and saw a few friends and old favorite teachers. I also thought about picking up a new book. It wouldn't be a bad idea.. or maybe I should finish the mini-story I'm writing. I think there is a such thing as mini stories?
Anyone want to come up with productive ways to spend my summer?
