old.

Yes, children, it's true.  Ashlee is old.  As of August 29, 2011, I am no longer a teenager.  I am officially twenty years old.  Does it feel different?  No, not particularly.  This blog post isn't going to be a big, long thing reviewing the past two decades.  I don't feel like it, and I'm pretty darn sure that the few people reading this thing don't actually care.

So other than getting old, what has Ashlee been up to?  I suck at Russian, for one thing.  One of the only words I can remember is "Карандаш," which means "pencil."  Yeah.  I'm supposed to have the alphabet memorized by tomorrow.  That'll be interesting.  I'll probably make some flashcards.  Either way, it's going to be a late night.  I've put off all my homework until tonight, and I'm continuing to procrastinate now.  I'm such a good college student.  I don't like work, either, but . . . whatever.  Nothing I can do about that.

Umm . . . yeah.  That's all I can really think of to say.  Lauren, Kat, and I rode our bikes this weekend.  It was awesome.  Exercise is FUN.  And the weather has actually been quite amazing.  I signed up for some clubs, such as the International Club, Russian Club (HA!), and Prism, which is the school's Gay-Straight Alliance.  I don't know if I'll continue with Prism, but the International Club should be fun.  And there's a meeting for the French play on the eighth.  Wee!  That should break the monotony of college life nicely.