"Those Days Were So Simple"

Oh lovely lovely lovely school starts at 9 today that means sleeping in and some extra time to inform you people about life in general. Now before I discuss the last day of my weekend (that passed by acceptably too fast) here we have pictures, thanks to Haley, from our mini shoot, as I've been calling it, the other day.

(Haley: Accessory Tree)

(Katie: Crab Apple Tree Outside my house_

(Haley: Me watering me mom's plants)

(Haley: Those Days were so Simple: MY NEW FAVORITE PICTURE!)

 

(Katie: Over the ledge)

I listed the photographer under the photo and what I believe are appropriate titles.

So here we go: My Sunday consisted of a tribute to the outdoors really and getting outside before I'm cooped up for 40+ hours all week, not including softball.

We (my dad, my sister, and I,) hiked up the Hunter Creek trail in Aspen and the colors were amazingly beautiful (although this might have to do with the fact that my sunglasses enhanced the colors). It was a pretty simple hike although we didn't get out of the house until 2 and we only stayed up there for about an hour because my friend Naomi invited us to Strawberry Rock. So we drove back down valley, threw on our swim suits, got Naomi from her house, got my bathing suit from my mom's (I kind of spazzed and grabbed two tops and I didn't realize this until I had locked the door. Luckily no one saw hahaha). The water was cold of course but again; the colors were beautiful and it was actually pretty warm out so we weren't opposed to jumping in. Naomi and I decided to not hold back and just jumped in as soon as we got there. It was a pretty enjoyable, some-what short, trip.

However: my weekend has come to a close, and now it's Monday.

Monday?! Oh no it can't be Monday, it's just to gruesome! (spin on Audrey Hepburn Breakfast at Tiffany's quote).

I'm no pleased. Hell who is pleased, it's Monday for crying out loud! Do you think I enjoy being trapped inside for eight hours, five days a week cursed to relearn everything from my eighth grade year, with math in the morning and softball for two hours afterward.

It's gruesome. Really. Really quite gruesome.

This would be where I would say "But that's okay! 'cuz I had a Toaster Strudel this morning!"

No people.

Not even a Raspberry Toaster Strudel is going to cut it today.

Mondays, despite late start, are always GRUESOME.

I digress. Time for school.

I'm not happy about this at all...