There's gotta be something more?

I'm writing this with my 32-minute break between walking the dog and picking up the brother.

That seems to be how my summer is going. Mom said, "You should get a job this summer," and I answered with a half-assed, "Uh huh," while mostly ignoring her and (kind of) glancing up from my book. I'm not against working; I actually love having something to do (e.g. five years of working at my dance studio). But the only place that was hiring that I wanted to work at was inevitably not hiring "seasonal employees." Seeing as how that thing called college would inhibit my ability to work in the store come September, it was a no-go.

So I'm the live-in nanny of my household. Two parents, both working all day, three younger siblings, and a lot of places to drive. I'm talking drop kid one off, wait an hour, drop kid two off, wait an hour, pick up kid three from wherever she ends up, wait two hours, pick up kid two, wait an hour and a half, pick up kid one.

The radio and I have become best friends.

I'm not complaining. It may appear that I am, in fact, complaining, but it's better than working all day every day. I recognize that. I just feel like I haven't done anything with my summer. Most of that can be attributed to the fact that I prefer books over people. Hardcore prefer books over people. I spend my non-running-around-driving-kids-places hours minutes reading book after book after book after watching Wizards of Waverly Place after book.

But hey, I leave my room for food, walking the dog, and the occasional sleepover with the bestie.

It's July 25th. In one month's time, my best friend will have already started school halfway across the country. She will be settled in to her dorm at NYU Tisch. Most of my other friends will have already left. I'll still be here, packing and whatnot. But that's one month away. And I have so much to do before then.

Bridget and I always start out the summer with a summer bucket list. Classic, eh? My bucket list items are sub-par: get healthy, learn to rollerblade, put glowsticks in the pool and go swimming, have a paint fight, go on a boat. Yep. Insane, right? And yeah, go on a boat is on that list - I've only been on a boat twice in my life. Rager.

Nope.

And how many of them have I accomplished? Well, I went for a bike ride and took the dog for a walk this morning. And discovered apples make me sick. That's pretty cool. I also bought rollerblades and went cruising around my neighborhood until I cruised a little bit too fast down the death trap of a hill I live on, concluding my rollerblading escapade on my neighbor's lawn, flirting with their fence.

It's July 25th. I have little over one month left. I need to do something with my life. We always chalk  summer up to being endless days on the lake, partying with our best friends and living life to the fullest. Admittedly, that's not really who I am - the whole prefer books over people thing - but I still want to make this a summer to remember. There's gotta be something more (insert Sugarland singing "Something More" here) than wishing there's something more.