It’s almost summer and so I am past the point of caring. Did I just casually burn the most popular girl in school? Probably. Don’t care. Did I just email my teacher using texting abbreviations? Yup. Do I care? Noooooooooooooo I do not. My English teacher recently assigned a project where we write, in any format we want. I started writing and I wrote like I was supposed to be forging a report on poshness by the Queen of England. I as I wrote late into the night, I began to write like how Kevin Hart talks in Night School. (I’m watching Night School okay, I’m distracted!) It’s literally taking about 30 minutes to write this one thing. Bye.

Sundays are the worst. Worse than Mondays, even. You will soon learn that I am an optimist, and so nothing really, truly, is that bad. But you will also learn that I am an anxious person. So Sundays, I mean, it depends on the Sunday, but Sundays are the days when I stress do homework and sit on the couch. Okay, I guess they’re not that bad. But you see, this blog was born of boredom. Pure, utter, boredom. That is the bane of my existence. I am an only child, and so boredom will creep into my weekends and my summers. This is why I am a creative person. I find things to do. I paint, I read, I write, (as you can see), I cook, I travel, I go to festivals, blah, blah blah. I bet this post is boring you right now! Look, we have something in common. I wonder if anyone besides me is reading this. We’ll have to see.

Adios Amigos!

Let’s start with a quote. If you don’t like this quote, maybe don’t read on. If you think this quote is okay-ish or better, by all means keep reading.

Often the people that no one imagines anything of do the things that no one can imagine. — Alan Turing

So! Let’s begin, shall we? Let me introduce myself. I’m Evangeline. I’m a student. The life of a student is hilarious and a little depressing. The weekend feels too short.