Farewell, Dear Freedom!

I'd just like to write a quick post comemorating my last few hours of freedom before school starts at 7:25 tomorrow morning. In approximately eleven hours.

So... goodbye freedom! I will miss you! (Imagine me waving wistfully out the window as you read this.)

Remember how I started this blog at the beginning of the summer, going on about how ACTs and SATs and finals and whatever else were behind me? Well, guess what starts now? Yep, that's right. College apps.

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I'm sorry, that was just my head landing on my keyboard.

Gaaaahhhhhhh.

A Brief and Aimless Overview

Helloooooo world! Remember me? No? Gosh darn. Make my life complicated, would you? I guess I have to re-introduce myself then. Sigh. So - my name is Johanna, I am neither five nor eighty-two years old, I am wearing a plaid shirt, and I don't speak French, Urdu, or English. There. You know everything there is to know about me. Happy now?

I came back from Europe about a week ago, which is my lame excuse for not having written since the beginning of July. While I was there, I went to Greece (where it was hot and sunny) and Germany (where it was cold and rainy).

A quick overview of the last month and a half: Greek food is delicious; Greek roads/drivers are insane; people will give you funny looks if you go to a festival and then stand in the corner pantomiming different types of sports; there's nothing like soccer and trampoline-jumping in the rain; the S-Bahn is better then the Metra; and if you jump to try to touch the ceiling, then not only will you fail but you will also injure your toe.

Oh, and the airport in Charlotte is all kinds of evil. Or at least, the Lufthansa counter is.

A Shout-Out to Swimming Pools

I have decided that swimming pools are genius inventions. They're a bit weird (''Let's dig a hole, fill it with water, and then flounder about in it!''), but genius.

Think about it. You're walking home from school, work, or whatever, and it's so hot out that you can feel your toes slowly melting inside your shoes. When you get home, you can either a) jump in the pool, or b) lie around on the floor of your house, hoping that you might catch a slight breeze if you're closer to the ground. What do you do? You jump in the pool, of course! Healthier than ice cream, more effective than the floor-lying method.

Unless you're hydrophobic, of course, in which case I feel for ya.

And that is why the swimming pool is a genius invention. It's a source of excercise that allows you to stay in the summer sun without melting (that's assuming that the heating system hasn't gone insane and you're not swimming in fifty thousand degree water to cool off).

And if you really want to get the most use out of a swimming pool, you can let it freeze over in winter and use it to ice skate and/or as a storage space for your frozen foods. Although this is not, in my opinion, recommended.

Please Inform the Weather...

I love summer. This is largely because summer involves days that consist of 45% sleeping, 40% napping, and 15% doing nothing (I really hope that adds up to 100). But it's also because, in summer, it is no longer necessary to huddle three inches from the fireplace wearing so many layers that you resemble a human beach ball. In theory.

Let's take a look at the reality, shall we? I am sitting here in soccer shorts and a t-shirt and my toes are going to freeze off any second. Once I finish this post, I am going to go change. Outside, it's cloudy - wait, no, make that overcast - and I can only conclude that the sun's gone on its summer vacation without the rest of us. Because we're well into June and I still have to wear snowpants, apparently. What is wrong with this picture?
There's one thing I can't stand about summer, though. Mosquitoes. If you like mosquitoes, then there is something severely wrong with you. Unfortunately, the mosquitoes seem to have missed the memo that summer has decided not to show up, because they're here and they're hungry.

Well, someone go prod the clouds with a long pole and tell them to go away. And while you're at it, ask the sun to please please please come back from its vacation.