Dear Family and Friends,
I CAN EXPLAIN! DON'T GET MAD AT ME!
That being said, I shall move on with
m'excusing and all that jazz.
You see, dear ones, The Man and I are taking many a class this semester, and sometimes the weight of the world really comes down
hard on us.
And can I just tell you that the world really is quite heavy? Those Americans need to cut back on the French Fries, I'm telling you that! (PS! FREE FRIES TOMORROW AT BURGER KING! You'd better believe Andy and I will be first in line!)
It wasn't that I didn't want to write to you. I did. Really, I did. But every time I was going to, something along the following lines happened:
I'm a happy person. I can blog, talk to family, manage homework, and spend time with Andrew.
And then....
LIFE COMES OUT OF NOWHERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I tried to adjust to the increased workload by looking ahead and scheduling-use that planner!
But I didn't know that life had MORE pranks!
I decided that I would try to hide from some of the evil homework/random things demanding my time. It was actually working for a little while.
But that didn't last long.
But now I am here. I am DONE WITH FINALS for the semester, and I couldn't be happier about it! HUZZAH HURRAH AND... BA...RAHhhh....? (I need another celebratory word starting with "H"...)I will have to time to blog about adventures and episodes of bizarreness of which this chronicle is an long tome (or should be, anyway).
So you now have my excuses and my apologies and my promise to be better and my bribery to be patient so you can have more knowledge of the Golden Times of Tashy and Randy.
*PS. I suppose that this whole excuse should work on account of Andrew as well, since he was more or less in the same rocky boat careening down the melancholic and very active stream of death.*
