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Thursday, July 28, 2005

I have succumbed to temptation. I have joined the ranks of bloggers around the world. Do I know why? Not a clue. The sleek visual appeal, and clever anecdotes of other's blogs have compelled me to ramble pointlessly on about life and living. I am sorry Altman... ? Who knows how long it will last.

Today... well today I sent Wonderful Tara off on the Ferry, after a whirlwind tour of the Buchard Gardens. Oh tourists! You make me laugh, tourists! How many pictures of begonias does one person need?

Then after that, a sad sad attempt at working out at the gym. I should stick to music and reading and other un-athletic pursuits. Can you picture me? Perched amidst beefy men and built women, with the lightest dumbbells I can find, swaying back and forth with exhaustion, just after picking them up off the rack, that is. Go ahead and laugh. It also didn't help that I had no music to listen to. I caught myself humming random tunes under my breath. Don't think people didn't turn from their treadmills to see who's mumbled singing dare interrupt their methodic pace. Some may now be wondering, "Why Julia, what happened to your iShuffle that you got free from TD bank?" That is a story I haven't yet shared with anyone, and honestly wouldn't in person, for I am horribly, horribly embarrassed. So what I am saying, is never mention this again, to anyone, especially me.

I put it through the washing machine. It's dead. I killed it. I am so lame.

To end on a lighter note, my parents bought another massive box of blueberries. I love this island.