I checked the weather reports...
From where I left off...
Yesterday afternoon, after practice, I went to Keene with my parents to get lunch (Yes, I had ceasar salad. Would you expect anything less?) and to buy the French soaps that my mother likes from "The Ivy." (That's a store at Colony Mill.) I got some for myself too, one bar of Verbena, and one of Provence, the scents of which I thoroughly enjoy. When I got home, Jeffery decided he needed to have a Patriot's game party so Myself, Hannah, Jenna, Chris, Jim, and Guzzie went over to the "casa del Anderspins." We watched Dodgeball instead. It is not an incredibly funny movie, except for Patches O'Houlihan. And that in itself is solely because Patches O'Houlihan is possibly one of the sweetest names I know of at the moment, other than my own, of course. Anywho, Hannah, Jenna, and I endured all types of the destructive habits of boys. There are too many to list, I won't bore you with one. After that escapade, I came home, listened to tons o' music, and hit the proverbial hay. (I say proverbial because I do not live in a barn.)
The history packet was crap, as usual. I spent all afternoon on it, literally. I woke up and went to the dentists, where my mouth was abused by that incredibly creepy dental hygenist who talks in his language with the Dentist, sprays water all over my face, sucks half of my mouth cells out of my mouth with the mini vaccuum, and wipes my face for me. I am switching back to Athol; I have put up with him long enough. After, I went to a very boring practice, grabbed a bite to eat with my dad, and came home, where I proceeded to do my homework all afternoon. I have just finished up, and now I intend to take a shower, relax, maybe study a little chemistry because I have a test Wednesday and my game tomorrow evening will infringe greatly on my study time, and perhaps end the evening on a musical note as I like to do that.
AIC really tired me out. The exhaustion fully hit me today. Hannah, and others as well, for that matter. The fire alarm in the middle of the night and our inability to lower the thermostat from 76 degrees while we were sleeping could contribute. So could not going to bed until around 1, for that matter, but why blame ourselves when we could blame the hotel management and construction, right? Sleeping over in a hotel sounds fun ... it is, true, but in the long run I definately envy those who were commuters because sleeping in your own bed is far more beneficial to your mental state of sweetness.
On that note, I think I should "peace out."
Meghan
Yesterday afternoon, after practice, I went to Keene with my parents to get lunch (Yes, I had ceasar salad. Would you expect anything less?) and to buy the French soaps that my mother likes from "The Ivy." (That's a store at Colony Mill.) I got some for myself too, one bar of Verbena, and one of Provence, the scents of which I thoroughly enjoy. When I got home, Jeffery decided he needed to have a Patriot's game party so Myself, Hannah, Jenna, Chris, Jim, and Guzzie went over to the "casa del Anderspins." We watched Dodgeball instead. It is not an incredibly funny movie, except for Patches O'Houlihan. And that in itself is solely because Patches O'Houlihan is possibly one of the sweetest names I know of at the moment, other than my own, of course. Anywho, Hannah, Jenna, and I endured all types of the destructive habits of boys. There are too many to list, I won't bore you with one. After that escapade, I came home, listened to tons o' music, and hit the proverbial hay. (I say proverbial because I do not live in a barn.)
The history packet was crap, as usual. I spent all afternoon on it, literally. I woke up and went to the dentists, where my mouth was abused by that incredibly creepy dental hygenist who talks in his language with the Dentist, sprays water all over my face, sucks half of my mouth cells out of my mouth with the mini vaccuum, and wipes my face for me. I am switching back to Athol; I have put up with him long enough. After, I went to a very boring practice, grabbed a bite to eat with my dad, and came home, where I proceeded to do my homework all afternoon. I have just finished up, and now I intend to take a shower, relax, maybe study a little chemistry because I have a test Wednesday and my game tomorrow evening will infringe greatly on my study time, and perhaps end the evening on a musical note as I like to do that.
AIC really tired me out. The exhaustion fully hit me today. Hannah, and others as well, for that matter. The fire alarm in the middle of the night and our inability to lower the thermostat from 76 degrees while we were sleeping could contribute. So could not going to bed until around 1, for that matter, but why blame ourselves when we could blame the hotel management and construction, right? Sleeping over in a hotel sounds fun ... it is, true, but in the long run I definately envy those who were commuters because sleeping in your own bed is far more beneficial to your mental state of sweetness.
On that note, I think I should "peace out."
Meghan