My internship ends this week. I have to give a presentation on the experience/what I did at a fancy banquet in Tulsa on Friday. I'm not good at talking about myself, at all, in social situations. That's something I've learned this year, and I'm not sure how to fix. I'm also not sure how I'm going to get ten minutes' worth of material out of "I wake up, clean the cats' litter boxes, then actively scavenge for news by scrolling through Facebook most of the day. When I find news, I write about it." That was pretty much my routine...
Trevor and I have been watching a lot of suspense/thriller/mystery/action movies this week while Courtney and Caleb are housesitting for the Buckmasters. He loved Maze Runner, just like I thought he would. (Courtney and Caleb thought it was a waste of time.) He also loved The Giver, and he liked Mission: Impossible. I'd had the MI theme song and the Buffy theme song stuck in my head all week. Also stuck in my head over the weekend: Little Texas' "What Might Have Been" and a couple lines from Rascal Flatts' "Here."
