I haven’t come up with anything to blog about in the past few days, so I thought I’d blog about not blogging. That’s the problem with having a blog. When I don’t have anything to blog about, I feel like I’m doing a disservice to those who have chosen to follow my blog. But I don’t want to just make stuff up. I don’t know how Aunt B does it, but she always has something interesting and though provoking to say. Usually numerous times a day. I wish I could be like that.

I didn’t really do much this weekend. Friday night I watched as Vanderbilt lost in the NCAA championships by 1 point in the final 1.5 minutes. It was very sad. I was out with a couple friends at Cabana in the Village and the whole restaurant went silent. But there was nothing we could do. It was almost like we needed, as a group, to find something to do to make the situation better, but we couldn’t. It was a very empty, lost feeling. Then we went bowling, where I was reprimanded for trying to take pictures, so I don’t have any pictures for you.  Sawry.