Going To Bed At 10:30 On A Summer Friday Night

I know right? You're probably thinking, "But Pookie, you do nothing but party 24/7, how are you going to bed at 10:30? Are you feeling alright? You must be sick."

Well, my good friends, I'm sad to admit that this is not a one time rare occasion, but has become the routine while at home. Since I was grounded from Thailand and now Deer Run, this is what my past month has consisted of:

• Watching Big Cat Diary on Animal Planet with my cat, telling her how lame she is for not being born a lion
• Watching Criminal Minds as it is by far the greatest show currently on air--Caution: one will become addicted to this show as they try to figure out how serial killers act. If one watches this show too much, she/he will start seeing serial killers everywhere. My sister and I are suspicious about a few neighbors...
• Watching Alias, the greatest show ever created. It's all about a CIA agent kicking butt. Since it's no longer on air, I've rented the entire series aka greatness in a box.
• Gardening: my mother has always had a garden, and yet every year we always end up having way too many cucumbers and zucchinis. Have you ever tried zucchini soup? It's utterly disgusting.
• Doing a Puzzle: why yes, I do enjoy doing puzzles. There's a certain thrill you get when finishing a 5,000 piece masterpiece of Noah's Ark
• Reading: College really ruins all the goodness of settling down and reading a fantastic book, now I get to catch up on about 20 books that I've been meaning to read. I just finished the hilarious book, The Unlikely Disciple
• Not cleaning my room, nor unpacking from college. I absolutely refuse
• Buying kool-aid from some kids with a lemonade stand. I was their first customer and I would have to say that they had the perfect ratio of sugar to kool-aid. Absolutely the best highlight of my week.
• Destroying my sister at foosball. So far I've won from her: two tanks of gas, a bag of gummy worms and not getting beat up after the game. I have a gift.

I know folks, it's really easy to get jealous of my summer. But for real, the good stuff is just starting to get here as I leave for my church's Beach Week in 54 hours where I will be joining 200 teenagers as we pray to God that the oil spill doesn't invade the beach and me working on a gorgeous tan. Also, at the end of the month I'll be driving down to the Cleve for a few weddings!