Congratulations on surviving another week of hell. 

As a reward for my survival (and for actually writing another blog post on time), I treated myself to a bowl of mint chocolate chip ice cream. The Kroger brand one. I’m sorry to all of y’all “Texas and I are one” peeps, but I really, really hate Blue Bell. Mint chocolate chip ice cream, on the other hand, is absolute heaven. There’s no changing my mind about that.

Perhaps my hate for Blue Bell came from that one time in 2015. Every 3rd grader could’ve gone to the Blue Bell factory and eaten free ice cream. But then people died from eating their ice cream, and the factory was shut down, and so was our field trip. We ate disgusting apple sauce instead.

I just looked at the weather for this week, and just about melted. We are going into the triple digits, people!

Fun Fact of the day: the last time the weather in College Station was three-digited was 643 days ago. 

Anyways, on to the life updates:

On Saturday night, I went on a dinner date with our future Editor-in-Chief, Myla. I nearly died on the way there in the midst of blasting Taylor Swift and laughing to tears. We somehow made it safely to Freddy’s. Their food was basic, but their shakes were perfection. I recommend.

Last week, I mentioned a party I was second-hand invited to. Let me just say, that was probably the awkwardest party I have ever been to. I didn’t really know anyone there except Myla, and they all kept singing random songs. The two of us left after an hour.

I finished all the paperwork to volunteer at our hospital. The coordinator hates me because I’ve sent him at least six different emails asking him to change my schedule yet again. I start volunteering in a few days, and I’m scared out of my mind. I’ll post about how it goes next week.

After five hours at the hair salon, I am a changed person. My hair is now a few inches shorter and poodle-like. Too bad you won’t be able to see it.

I started watching Stranger Things. Of course, I’ve been hearing all about it after the release of Season 4, so I got curious. It’s not too bad, I think.

On a good note, my brother hasn’t had a single friend come over this week! Thank goodness, because one more party, and I would’ve gone nuts.

I’m thinking about getting back into painting. If you bothered to read the second column on page six of Volume 26, Issue 6 of our paper, you would know that I had been watching Bob Ross’s videos and getting inspired.

(Again, if you didn’t read my column, you suck. But you can suck less if you check it out here, and read the paper from now on.)

My tubes of paint and canvases are still laying in our wine bar, and there are five paintings still unfinished. Perhaps I’ll find the time to pick up my brush again.

Also, as some people may know, I love aerial yoga. I hate working out, but this is a steal. I know I’m advertising, but can someone please go so that I won’t be lonely and by myself?

Okay, that’s all I can write for this week.

Not even a week has gone by, and I’m already treating this like homework, which is the exact opposite of what I originally wanted. It’s probably because nothing is going on in my life, so I feel the pressure to conjure substance.

My humor is broken for the week. Sorry about that. I promise it’s going to be better next time.

Peace out.

P.S. For anyone that’s pessimistic and counting; 69 days until school starts.

― Emily Chen, your Opinions Editor, since it seems like I have many opinions…many opinions indeed.