Life is quiet as ever as the summer jogs by. Starting and stopping projects and gluing myself to television shows on repeat and endlessly pouring into the internet is all I seem to do. The job search is still on and turning in applications soon. Mom just bought me a cupcake tin (or whatever they're called) so I'll be having some fun experimenting with it sometime soon (possibly tonight).
I took a break from reading, unintentionally. I really want to reread The Memory of Running by Ron McLarty (highly recommend) but Mom's reminded me how much I want to reread The Fault in Our Stars by the wonderful John Green. I introduced the book to her about a month ago and just the other day she finally opened it up and abruptly finished it off earlier today. I still have to finish The Hound of the Baskervilles. So many books, so little time.
