The title is cliche, but no other title seemed appropriate. At the moment as I write this it’s 2: 54 in the morning and I have exacltly 17 days left of summer vacation. As the days seemingly get shorter ( not only in my mind) , I become increasingly agitated, for what reason?, who knows maybe the excitement or the dread , oh the dread of the challenging schedule that I have constructed for myself, oh well itS really hard to cry over spilt milk
Well back to my original reason for posting this post, now that I think about it, I truly have no reason. Maybe I’ll introduce myself thats always a nice place to start I suppose. Well my name is Vanessa, Im interested in many things which is not vague at all. I think I’ll end here and continue on a another day.