Well, today has been long, to say the least. I dropped off the applications. I forgot to get gas AND milk/sausages/whatever-else-the-frick-we-needed. Then I took a nap for about… a long time. Woke up just as David got home with Oreos. Now I’ve got an incredible headache and am going off to watch How I Met Your Mother. Can’t wait until Sean gets home; generally things always get a little better after that.

Sean got sick yesterday. Slight possibility that it was my fault. Lovely. He’s half asleep in the chair next to me right now. I really hope he doesn’t wake up and see me doing this on his computer. (Yes, Sean, I used your computer for this.) Well, he just asked me what music I was playing, so I would say that he woke up a little. He still doesn’t seem to have absorbed the fact that I’m blogging on his computer (low absorption rate – jk!) so I will continue making a nuisance of myself on the internet.
Sometimes I wonder if anything really big will happen during my lifetime. Like a zombie apocalypse (I hope not – I’m not ready at all) or a supernova or the end of the world. I would actually really like to see a supernova. Those are pretty dang awesome. Of course, I suppose that I was alive during the first major terrorist attack on the U.S., but for some reason that doesn’t feel the same. (Rats, Sean just saw me.) I think maybe nothing that happens during someone’s lifetime seems as big as it is. Maybe people are just unimpressed with everything they’ve got. I really hope I’m not.
Ever heard of Dubai? Someone I know mentioned it to me once, saying that they really wanted to go there. I googled it (google “dubai pictures” – really, it’s incredible) and HOLY SHIT. The stuff they have there is amazing. Their architecture, their designs – it’s something you might see on another planet full of highly advanced alien geniuses. Completely badass.
Sometimes I just want a motorcycle, some leathers, and a lot of road. I just want to go fast. I think maybe I’ll get the chance someday. I love the feeling that something good is going to happen to me someday. Something that nobody expected. Something that isn’t even possible. I shouldn’t have that feeling; it’s not even logical, and it will probably come to nothing. But I’ve got it, and I don’t think I can get rid of it. Besides, I like thinking about it.
HOLY CRAP I LOVE THIS SONG.

It makes my insides hurt. In a good way; sort of an I’m-leaving-having-an-adventure-and-coming-back-never way. Uggh, I’m restless again. I figured that wouldn’t happen this summer – and it’s certainly not as bad as it was a month ago – but it’s not gone. Oh well. Just means that I’m not supposed to spend the rest of my life in _____. Which I knew already. Not my kind of permanent place. I like for the summer though.
Funny, I’ve heard that some people talk about what happens to them on their blogs. I don’t think that’s how this blog works. I wonder how long I’ll have this blog. Probably a long time. Maybe until I run out of space on here. Although, MAYBE they’re like Gmail, and they’re constantly getting new space. T’would be nice.
Sean just introduced me to The Big Bang Theory. Hilarious show, although David said that Sheldon is pretty much like that in real life, which makes me wonder why he actually lived to make it on the TV show.
Did you hear that Sean Bean got stabbed? Just in the arm, nothing serious. The thing is (yes, Kevin, I’m still horrified that Boromir of all people was doing this) that he was protecting the porn star that he was with at the time. Now, I’mnot saying he shouldn’t have protected her, or defended her honor, or anything like that. I’m just wondering why (if there was anything beyond the obvious reason) he was with her. Shame on you, Boromir.
I think I’m going to let Sean on here. He’s been pretty patient waiting for me to finish this ridiculously long post. Even though I have a million more things to think about. I should probably be filling out applications anyway. Uggh. I don’t want to go back at the end of the summer. Not for school, not for seeing friends or family. Don’t wanna go. I do miss them though. Alright, getting off. Here, Mr. Grumpypants, you may have your computer.

Sean is sitting in front of his computer with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders and head. He looks like a medieval nut.
He likes it when I write about him (makes him feel special) so I am devoting this entire post to him. (Won’t he be happy?) He took me out for Chinese yesterday. I rather like Chinese. In fact, I believe that I’m going to go hunt down the leftovers.
Ha, David just came in and said that Sean looked like a granny. He’s kind of right.
Sean just squeaked in imitation of me. 😛 I don’t squeak. I was merely saying that I already knew something and he was contesting that fact. (And BTW, I DID know.)
He’s rearranging his room with a measuring tape and I think he just cut himself, judging from the “Ow, dammit!” I just heard.
I suggested ripping off his toenail (very long story that I shall NOT shorten for your benefit) and he gave a very sarcastic reply.
We played catch with a football yesterday (he was VERY careful to teach me that it was NOT called playing football; not the way we were doing it) and I believe I very much liked it.
Yeah. I REALLY need to go finish that Chinese food, I’m starved.
But Sean is pretty much awesome.

You get the weirdest feeling when old things come back to haunt you. Like this song. Clocks – Coldplay Like Sean, who, BTW, I was not expecting to find that day.
I keep saying this, I know, but everything is so weird. Last year everything was weird because it was so incredibly good. Now it’s just weird, with the strangest mixes of good and bad things. Although, I must say, I feel pretty good right now.

I believe that I am quite a genius. Upon first thought, these words may cause you to shake your head in disbelief. But I’m sure that once I tell you that I GOT STRAIGHT A’S my first year of college, you will take that statement a little more seriously.
Yeah. I thought so.

Holy SHIT. Sean was playing Longest Road by Morgan Page, and I just realized that was one of the songs I listened to while at the Other House. SERIOUS MEMORIES. It was weird in one of the best ways. It kind of reminded me of the eerie, beautiful, and disturbing parts of my time over there.
Sean just said something incredibly and horribly cliche. I wish I could put the little mark above the ‘e’.

HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO PARIS!!!!!!
Or bonjour. (Because bonsoir is “good evening”)
One thing that really bugs me is the way people…
Never mind. I got really distracted when I googled “you tickle my pickle” (long story – Sean was showing me a song that we both THOUGHT had those words) and came up with “I’ll give a nickel if you tickle my pickle” and just COULD NOT stop laughing. I will be passing that on at every opportunity.

This is so weird. I’m in ____, living with Sean and his roommate David. And I like it. I kind of feel like a bachelor now. And, YES, I know the technical term is bachelorette, but I HATE that word.
I feel like a mess. Yeah, I get it, I just went through my first year of college with incredible grades, but I really have no idea what I want to do next. And certain other aspects of my life are just wearing me down. Curse you, Sean. Your thinking habit is rubbing off.
GAAHH!!!! NO THINKING!!!!!
I love grapes!!! But rats, I’m out. I just read a great book – Empress, by Shan Sa. A bit disturbing in places though. Makes you wonder if Shan Sa cringed at all while she was writing it.
I miss home. I think I want to write though for now. I finally have time – and inclination – to write. Last night – or maybe it was the night before – Sean said that just once, he wanted to see someone who didn’t have “hanging out with friends” listed among their favorite things to do. Naturally, I could hardly oblige him. I miss my friends. A lot. It hasn’t even been a week. I think physical distance changes things a bit.
I’m listening to Pat Benatar. I think that’s a bad idea. It reminds me a bit of the Bad Days. And the bad days were bad indeed.
There. That’s much better. No, you would laugh if I told you what I’m listening to now. And I don’t feel like being laughed at right now. Give me another 27 seconds.

I’m here at my brother’s. He’s sleeping. Small wonder, it’s 5:20 AM. I fell asleep last night at 8 and didn’t hear a single one of my ten missed calls. Apparently my mom was freaking out a little. I don’t usually sleep that heavily. I just woke up about ten minutes ago after a nightmare; so glad those aren’t a regularity like they used to be!
RATS, I wish Sean would wake up!!! He won’t for hours though; he got home pretty late last night. I kind of want breakfast… think I’ll go have some grapes. Grapes are good creatures.

Man, it was so good to see Sean again. And tomorrow I’m going to move in. WOWWWWWW. Little Bridget growing up!
I need to find my specialty. So many people I know have one already. For my dad, it’s computers. For Kevin, it’s knives. For another guy I know it’s history and travel. Now, I like history, travel, computers, and knives. Ask anyone I know. But I don’t have a specialty. Nothing I’m really passionate about. Except thunderstorms. And what good will something like that do? That’s why I don’t count it as a specialty. Oh well. I’ll figure it out. Right? I hate it when people say I have years to figure this stuff out. What if I don’t?
My mom is kind of upset over me leaving. She got really mad this morning because I wanted to stop by Kevin’s and say goodbye. Said I was selfish and all that jazz. She got over it pretty fast though, once we got home and started loading up the vehicle. And then – what do you know? – Kevin pulls into my driveway with Leah and Devon. I knew he was coming, but I didn’t know he was bringing the rest of them. I could have kissed every one of them. Even Devon, who messes with my hair and thinks I’m a little kid. It was a little like the time Kevin came to my black belt test with two of his cousins.
Crap. I won’t see them much this summer, if at all. OWWWW. Those guys are my best friends.