How the Ramblin' Man Rambles

Who is this titular Ramblin' Man? I am. Today was an eventful day only because it was so uneventful. I got up early, cold light cascading through my windows. I've been trying to get up early, to prepare for the start of school. Surprisingly, I have been succeeding in my attempts to do so. I watched The View with my mother afterwards, then sat on the floor of my bathroom. Once there I heated the floor with the extraordinarily handy floor heater. With a small twist of a nob, the normally frigid tiles become warm and inviting. I think I may have fallen asleep, which would have been detrimental to my progress in the getting-up-early field. As it is a Sunday, the internet pretty much slumbers, so I spent the remainder of the day reading a semi-engaging book. Then the day ended, and the moon shone. Over in the Nokia Theater, the Emmys started about then. My father has been nominated twice for television made movies, which always makes the award show more engaging then it would be otherwise. Normally, the show is just a poor mans Golden Globes, which in turn is but a poor mans Oscars. Today, however, it was different. I had watched television this year, which is crazy. Specifically, I had watched Modern Family, Lost, Mad Men, Glee, and Entourage. The fact that I knew what was being talked about kept me many times more enthralled by the ceremony then I would have been otherwise. Also, the host was totally capable, which is a bonus to any show.

Tomorrow marks a somber occasion: the last day of Summer Vacation. I had been looking forward to the start of the learning aspect of the year, but as it slowly approaches I have found myself doing otherwise. Otherwise of looking forward is dread. I don't want my unchecked freedom to end, I savor the boredom and the sunlight and the freedom. The thing is, I only really savor it when I am grasping for more, and when I have none left. Tomorrow I will actually take advantage of the cheery SoCal weather, and do something active. Run. Ride my bike. Something that is typically summer, and something that I have neglected to do much of the three months I had the opportunity. God, I am so blissful illogical sometimes. I have now depressed myself. I think I shall go eat pie...