Brrrr
I'm actually a little shivery right now, which probably a bad sign seeing as I'm lame and sickly and if this were the 19th century I would have been one of those children who barely made it to two years old. Or if I made it all the way to 20 I would be like the girl no guy wanted because I was constantly bed-ridden with leeches on me or something.
Ew. Gross image.
Anyways, Pride and Prejudice was of course amazing, and I think I'm going to ask for it for Christmas. I was just disappointed at the very end when they kissed because it was so lame. You just married the guy, you're riding off in a carriage, no one's going to know that you used some tongue AND you're on your way to your honeymoon. I'm pretty sure even back then they knew what was what with honeymoons etc. So...I think it was more Colin Firth that disappointed me because it was clearly a Bridget Jones kiss moment. I guess I have to blame the screenwriters. Whatevs.
Also, I have basically finished packing. Tomorrow and Friday morning I will spend the rest of my time in Windsor obsessing about all the little things that I can't forget and how the hell I am going to make it all fit. I have two plastic tubs, my large duffel, my large plastic drawers, my sleeping bag and pillows, my computer backpack, a crate full of sneakers essentially, and now my L.L. Bean backpack because I realized that I would never be able to fit everything without it. Even now I think I may need to rethink some stuff, seeing as I still have a bunch of stuff in the wash right now that desperately needs to go with me. I am a packing failure. It's just part of my personality. I always have way more clothes than I need all due to my indecisive and paranoid nature. People like me should not be allowed to pack unsupervised. But then when I think about it, even when my mom did supervise me I was pretty well able to convince her of my need for everything, even if she didn't always believe me. Then I started like secret packing stuff, so we wouldn't argue about whether or not it should go with me. See I'm like diseased...secret packing...who does that other than weird control freaks like myself? Sigh, I can't pyscho-analyze this aspect of my personality any further. I shall only say that I will be glad when I don't have to think about packing and after Staff Week can left my stuff explode all over the place like it should so I can then find all necessary items that I have crammed into random places. Always good when that happens.
Oh, also when I was packing I found that piece of paper in my purse that I decided to write quotes of the evening on when we all headed to Rhode Island to that club right before school ended. Looking at them alone, they really weren't that funny. But thinking back to that night made me laugh. My favorite being A.J. saying to Mike, "If we were cats, you'd be dead right now." Because, duh, if we delve into it some more, Mike would totally be the cat licking himself ALL THE TIME and so of course A.J. could take him. Plus he's fucking A.J.
The last thing I wanted to say was how unbelievably sore I am right now. I am an old person. I'm sore from painting the heaters. Like apparently my legs and back don't enjoy the bending down or crouching or kneeling aspect of the job. My neck and shoulders aren't too happy either. I think I'm just going to assume they've all atrophied out of boredom and me having nothing to do. But strangely enough, with the exception of lower back pain, I never really mind being sore. I always find it kind of hot. Well maybe not so much when it's from painting heaters, but for real there's like a zillion of them in my house! I actually have three left to do, the ones that were formerly blocked in by all my packing progress in my room and the den.
That totally just brought like a million more tangent subjects to mind but I won't go there. I'll only say that I posted more on my other blog recently and have yet to get feedback from 75% of people I know who actually read it (that would be four--I'll put y'all in my acknowledgements someday--dedications are on reserve only...).
Okay, there will possibly be another, or several, night before I go to camp and I'm too excited to sleep entries tomorrow (a.k.a. today/tonight) but anyway, love ya!
Ew. Gross image.
Anyways, Pride and Prejudice was of course amazing, and I think I'm going to ask for it for Christmas. I was just disappointed at the very end when they kissed because it was so lame. You just married the guy, you're riding off in a carriage, no one's going to know that you used some tongue AND you're on your way to your honeymoon. I'm pretty sure even back then they knew what was what with honeymoons etc. So...I think it was more Colin Firth that disappointed me because it was clearly a Bridget Jones kiss moment. I guess I have to blame the screenwriters. Whatevs.
Also, I have basically finished packing. Tomorrow and Friday morning I will spend the rest of my time in Windsor obsessing about all the little things that I can't forget and how the hell I am going to make it all fit. I have two plastic tubs, my large duffel, my large plastic drawers, my sleeping bag and pillows, my computer backpack, a crate full of sneakers essentially, and now my L.L. Bean backpack because I realized that I would never be able to fit everything without it. Even now I think I may need to rethink some stuff, seeing as I still have a bunch of stuff in the wash right now that desperately needs to go with me. I am a packing failure. It's just part of my personality. I always have way more clothes than I need all due to my indecisive and paranoid nature. People like me should not be allowed to pack unsupervised. But then when I think about it, even when my mom did supervise me I was pretty well able to convince her of my need for everything, even if she didn't always believe me. Then I started like secret packing stuff, so we wouldn't argue about whether or not it should go with me. See I'm like diseased...secret packing...who does that other than weird control freaks like myself? Sigh, I can't pyscho-analyze this aspect of my personality any further. I shall only say that I will be glad when I don't have to think about packing and after Staff Week can left my stuff explode all over the place like it should so I can then find all necessary items that I have crammed into random places. Always good when that happens.
Oh, also when I was packing I found that piece of paper in my purse that I decided to write quotes of the evening on when we all headed to Rhode Island to that club right before school ended. Looking at them alone, they really weren't that funny. But thinking back to that night made me laugh. My favorite being A.J. saying to Mike, "If we were cats, you'd be dead right now." Because, duh, if we delve into it some more, Mike would totally be the cat licking himself ALL THE TIME and so of course A.J. could take him. Plus he's fucking A.J.
The last thing I wanted to say was how unbelievably sore I am right now. I am an old person. I'm sore from painting the heaters. Like apparently my legs and back don't enjoy the bending down or crouching or kneeling aspect of the job. My neck and shoulders aren't too happy either. I think I'm just going to assume they've all atrophied out of boredom and me having nothing to do. But strangely enough, with the exception of lower back pain, I never really mind being sore. I always find it kind of hot. Well maybe not so much when it's from painting heaters, but for real there's like a zillion of them in my house! I actually have three left to do, the ones that were formerly blocked in by all my packing progress in my room and the den.
That totally just brought like a million more tangent subjects to mind but I won't go there. I'll only say that I posted more on my other blog recently and have yet to get feedback from 75% of people I know who actually read it (that would be four--I'll put y'all in my acknowledgements someday--dedications are on reserve only...).
Okay, there will possibly be another, or several, night before I go to camp and I'm too excited to sleep entries tomorrow (a.k.a. today/tonight) but anyway, love ya!