At the beginning of summer, I made a silly list of things I probably wouldn’t accomplish. Summer is my favorite, and I let the constant aroma of sunscreen and sweat get to my head and convince me that I should come up with some “goals”.

I titled the post “a bunch of things I probably won’t do“. Let’s see if I did them.

Do yoga once a week. Meh. At first, I was all about this. Very dedicated. I even bought one of those towels you put over your mat to soak up the mass quantities of sweat that drip off you during a class in the middle of the afternoon on a 97 degree day in an un-air conditioned room packed with 45 people. Not one of the 100 dollar ones, because Lululemon be damned, no one should pay a hundred bucks for a fricking towel. But being hot and sweaty in a room full of other hot and sweaty people got kind of old despite my posh accessory. So I cut back to maybe 2-3 classes per month. Still a win in my opinion.

Take more pictures. Done. I’d like to thank Instagram for this accomplishment.

Shut up about my weight. Nope. Right after I posted this list, I joined Weight Watchers and talked about my weight as much as ever. I’m annoying.

Learn to do at least one cool hairstyle. I still cannot do my own hair. I did attempt a Gibson roll the other day that wasn’t terrible (but also wasn’t cute), so technically, I guess I kinda did this.

Watch seasons 1 and 2 of Game of Thrones. Fail. For some reason I just couldn’t get into it, and ended up re-watching Damages and salivating through Friday Night Lights for the majority of the summer instead. I’ll try again someday though. I just really don’t ever sit in front of the TV and watch it – I’m usually doing other things at the same time – and I couldn’t focus enough to keep all the naked people straight. Seriously, HBO is porn. I’m not saying I have a problem with that, but it can be a bit distracting.

Keep in touch with friends. I think this was good? Friends, do you have an opinion?

Be open to new friends. I think I’m too weird for new friends. It takes all my effort just to keep the ones I’ve got.

Well, that didn’t go so well. But it was expected. In truth, this summer was still pretty brilliant. I did a lot of things. I went a lot of places. I ate a lot of food. I spent way, way too much money.

And some other stuff happened.

And now it’s almost not summer anymore, and I’m sad.

But also kind of glad that when I get stuck under an armpit attached to a large man who hasn’t showered in a few days on the red line, he won’t smell as quite as profusely of BO. Better decision-making is guaranteed when I’m not faced with that scent on the regular. It really does put you out of your mind a little bit.

I wouldn’t say that I’m excited for Fall, but there is definitely some comfort in that.